Twenties Guy

As a girl in her twenties, I am susceptible to the regular toasting
Boys who think they are men.
Men who act like boys.
And the ones who have struck a near balance.
But He, I'm yet to meet.
I call him my Twenties Guy.
He is big and strong...very cuddly to hug.
He is not the richest..but has drive and prospects.
He is not the finest...but has style and commands respect.
He is cultured and well mannered...just as fluent in English as his native tongue.
He calls me frequently each day...but not to the point of being a pest.
He creates time out of his busy schedule to see me...and let's his presence be felt when he can't.
He looks at me and knows my unvoiced fears...my biggest fan, he encourages me.
He teases me mercilessly when I commit a blunder...but never uses my insecurities against me.
He tends to me when I'm sick and listens intently to my ramblings.
He gives me a tongue lashing when I'm wrong...and a moment later draws me close.
He hurts me...but is man enough to accept his fault and right his wrongs.
He is committed to his faith...together we fast and pray.
He holds my hands and instantly I feel safe...arms linked he shows me off to his friends.
He asks for my advice...and respects my opinions.
He stands his ground...but not to the point of being domineering.
He doesn't play games with my heart...and stays committed even when our love is tried.
He buys me little gifts...and surprises me when I least expect it.
He delights in making me happy...and sings to me when I'm sad.
He is appreciative of my efforts...compliments me and makes me feel desired.
He looks at me...and without having to say a word I know he loves me.
I look at him and I know I'm home...where I belong.
He isn't perfect, but he is my Twenties Guy.

P.S:(This is subject to review when I'm in my thirties.)