If you let clouds remain in your mind,
Rain will naturally fall from your eyes.
crappy doodles and sloppy notes
“What kind of a man are you looking for?”
She looked at the man seated beside her and asked, “Do you really want to know?”
The man nodded quite reluctantly, “‘Yes.”
“Well, I will have to ask him what can he can do for me that I can’t do for myself? I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man… or woman for that matter. I will have to ask him, ‘What can you bring to the table?'”
The man looked at her in awe, clearly he was thinking she was referring to money.
But before he could utter a word, she was quick to correct his thought and stated, “I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need him to be striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.
“I need him to be striving for excellence spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked, believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.
“I need him to be striving for excellence financially because I don’t need a financial burden. I need him to be sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.
“I need him to have integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man. I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.
I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive, he just has to be worthy. And by the way I am not looking for him. He will find me. He will recognize himself in me. He may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.”
When she finished, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.
He said, “You are asking a lot.”
“It’s because I’m worth a lot.”
“I Think My Life Has Just Begun.
It’s All Because I Found The One.
Like A Beautiful Sky That Touches The Sun.
She Gives Me The Feeling Of Such Great Warmth.
My Days With Her will Be Shared with Joy & Fun.
My Dear, I don’t have to Tell you because
You Already Know that You Are The One.”
Back tracking my life a little bit,
I found in my Inbox this piece so sweet
Thus I blog a poem, not by me, but truly neat.
A Guy Who Responds To A Girl Who Writes
For every word that you have written
I pay very close attention.
It has been like this from the very start
Speaking so freely from your heart.
I can easily say that I’m impressed
Because I know you give it nothing but your best.
So this goes out to that wonderful lady who likes to write…
When I lay my head on my pillow, I only think of you at night.
I’m not as old as yet.
Apparently when I get much older
My dreams would have become bolder-
That I am sure of!
Over the years, I’ve dealt with dreams
Outnumbering what is real it seems.
On another life stage of screams,
Lost in age and memory streams
Delayed daydreaming beams.