He is not what I expected
In fact, he is totally not my type
Or at least the type that I have always been attracted to
But he is the type
Tall, dark, dangerous looking
The kind that ooze masculinity
The type that could trample your heart
And could leave you to lick your own wounds

He has a dark reputation
But I have yet to see it
He is supposed to be capable of being lethal
But when long to touch him
Or even look at him
He can purr like a house cat
Rolling over to have its belly scratched
Content to lay in my sunbeam

He makes no excuses for his past
We both have one
We both have been capable of extreme love
And capable of extreme hatred
But he is slowly tearing down that wall
That I constructed around my heart
Slowly showing me that one can love again
Even with a bruised and battered soul

No he is not my type
Not the type that I have always chosen
He will not use me and toss me away
He will cherish me, love me
Accept me for who and what I am
Accepting the baggage that I carry
Asking only for one thing in return
My total and undying love

He is totally not my type
But he is whom I need
And I love him