Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Taj Mahal Style Love....




I wrote this about a year after my ex husband and I split up...I thought you know God is really busy and the world is a mess, and I figure he's got a lot going and really he's top priority is not match making. So I thought ok, his side kick angels must be on this full time, and I think it would only be decent of me to at least give them a hand and make a life a bit easier....So I got this list together to point them in the right direction....and here is what I came up with:

He will be HONEST and drip with INTEGRITY and HONOUR
He will love my child, the way he loves me, unconditionally and whole heartedly....
He will encourage me to be a better parent and he will join me in this challenge...
He will face push thru his fears to love me....
He well be educated and stable, and have ambition and allow me to part take in his journey....
He will love his family and will allow me to love mine, and we will accept them as OUR families...
He will be a bad boy with a heart, and compassion...
He will be sharp and witty
He will make me feel secure and safe and whole....
He will be spiritual and have faith that God has a plan for him....and we will believe blindly together....
We will not be afraid to challenge one another and say 'what the hell are you doing'...
We will push one another and force each other to face our fears, because we will provide unconditional support and strength...
We will marvel at each other’s brilliance and not allow it to be eclipsed...
We will lean on each other as crutches when our hearts are breaking,
We will force ourselves to move forward together no matter how much it will hurt, because we understand that wallowing in our sorrow will merely suck the light out of our beings..
We will banter and laugh and laugh and laugh....until we are exhausted...
He will be allowed to honest, and tell me when my ass is looking fat and I will firmly explain how much his feet stink…
He will love me more as he watches me sleeping and I will cherish him when he is vulnerable and confused ...
We will respect each other even as we fight, because we WILL understand that we fight about the principle behind the action, rather than the action it's self...
We will sing to one another...
We will dance when there is no music...
We will talk politics and art at the breakfast table, because our exchange of intelligence is our biggest aphrodisiac...
We will boldly display affection because we are not shy, but feel proud that I am his and he is mine...
We will read endless books and contemplate the new perspective we have discovered...
We will agree to disagree when we feel the other one is full of shit...
We will intertwine with one another to become the strength of two and will set our roots into one another...
We will accept all that is paradoxal and incomprehensible about one another because that is part of our charm...
He will wake in the middle of the night to make love to me because he missed me and wanted me to feel his heart...
I will be his muse, I will be his insipiration and move him in away no other has...

I do belive my number is 21570000985...so only a few more to go....


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