I am ready for a man like you.

I am ready for a man like you. There is no lingering question about that. Readiness is all I taste on my lips now.

Yes. I am ready for a man like you—a man who knows his soul is map to eternity.

A man who laughs hard and kisses softly.

A man who touches me like I’m a marble masterpiece and shoots me to the moon with pleasure like I’ve never tasted in my life.

A man who is just as warrior-fierce as he is gentle and kind.

A man who can cut the rope of his fears, dust off his old pain—and keep going.

A man who knows how to pray. And play. And run free. And thinks maybe they’re all three the same thing.

A man who loves with all of the passionate power in his heart. Every pulsating ounce.

A man who is not perfect—screw perfect—but strong and kind and brave, and always working on himself.


I am ready for a man like you—a man who can weather blue skies and wild, stormy days with a wickedly curious smile spread across his face. A man who knows how to weep.

A man who is moved by nature and beauty, humming songs to blossoming buttercup buds and caressing soft, emerald leaves.

A man who hits rock bottom—and chooses to become softer and wiser from tasting the darkest depths of suffering.

A man who can f*ck and make love in the same breath.

A man who craves adventure—sudden journeys into shady mountain evergreens, exposing the molten passion of our quaking souls as we read each other poetry.

A man who can honestly love a dangerous woman like me, as I stand firmly in my passion and purpose, never again wavering from the hot truth that vibrates in my voice.

Hear me, hear me—I won’t be quiet. I can’t tone it down, but I know you’d never want me to.

I am ready for a man like you—a man who can pick up a drill and a freshly cut flower with ease.

A man who wakes in the morning and tastes the milky red sunrise—savoring it, as he does his coffee, as he does his life.

A man who stands up for himself, for others and for this world.

A man who knows how to get sh*t done.

A man who knows the delicate art of not-doing.

A man who looks at me with his eyes, but mostly, with his soul piercing through.

I am ready for a man like you—a man who knows who he is.

A man who takes no crap and speaks his mind.

A man who lives in the raw, jagged, oceanic depths of life.

A man who is boldly committed, tied at the knot—to his own truth—and the blossoming jewel of his identity.

A man who licks his lips and tastes mine with a frantic fervor like this breath could be his last.

A man who never keeps me guessing at where we stand.

A man who takes my hand in public proudly.

A man whose brave heart drips down his chin like the ripest mango, because he knows that vulnerability is the answer to almost everything.

And above all—a man who believes that love is a stunning mystery to jump into with both bare feet.

I won’t settle.

It’s only been you—only ever you.~

~Sarah Harvey




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