Perfect Man Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Perfect Man
The perfect man
Sees me as I am
And for some reason
Finds that attractive.
The perfect man knows
From the way I say “good morning”
What kind of day this is going to be
And how best to handle me.
The perfect man has a sixth sense
That is tuned in to my moods
And knows exactly how to diffuse
Any tempest brewing behind my eyes.
The perfect man lets me know
When I am have wandered off path
And need to get back to my center
Before I topple over my own thoughts.
The perfect man inspires me
To reach deeper within myself
To seek visions beyond myself
In order to present him with words
The world may one day wonder at.
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8/15/2025 7:06:42 PM # 1.0.0
Hey, Suzanne! After the Rock and Shakespeare rolled into one, I was curious. I find the third stanza particularly interesting. My wife has expressed disappointment at times I didn’t infer her feelings/desires better. But I wonder at this expectation when women are generally the more verbal of our species. Please explain. -Glen
The short answer to that is that my husband has lived with me long enough to know which battles are worth fighting and when I have gotten that look in my eye that tells him I have dug trenches and fortified my defenses and am prepared to pour boiling oil over my walls and it is best just to cede the field.