It's super simple. I'm looking for a woman who will make me feel like I do every time I read this poem by William Wordsworth:
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
--Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
Granted, I don't read this poem very often, and maybe if I did I'd get tired of it really fast, so I guess I should say that I'm looking for a woman who will make me feel EVERY DAY, the way I feel when I very rarely read this poem. Also, while we're on the differences between this poem and the woman I'm looking for, her name does not have to be Lucy, and I don't need her to die any time soon. Maybe just concentrate on the first two stanzas. Dammit, this comparison is already fraying at the edges.
So...to recap: Be Awesome. The end.