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I've dreamed of loving you for many years, Loving you each day and night, each hour, Loving till you flow into my tears, And I into the garden where you flower. Of course I must be me, as you are you, But just as bushes planted side by side So intertwine one cannot tell they're two, We will through love and time be unified. So have I dreamed, though we have been apart So long that I of life with you despaired, Holding wounded hope within my heart That through these frozen years it might be spared. The world is a redaction of the dream. Our greatest pain deep longings shall redeem.
I write to let you know I think about you, Lest you not decipher how I feel. Our friendship gives me courage to reveal Vain hopes I've long since harbored silent for you. Even though right now we are just friends, Your closeness to me makes me want much more, Opening a barricaded door, Unraveling the veil that hides my ends.
I'm far too shy to tell you that I love you. You're a star far from my plain earth. I gaze and see no woman who's above you: To me you are the cynosure of worth. Yet with all your beauty you're a person Like me in need of sympathy and love. Your thoughts of me would not, I dare hope, worsen If I in some way tried your heart to move. There's pleasure, surely, drawn from the reflection That someone, somewhere, worships your sweet face, Thinks you are the summit of perfection, Wants nothing more of life than your embrace. The danger is you'll think it couldn't be; So I suggest you see yourself through me.
I write poetry to soothe my pain Because all the world just seems the same This twisting, burning, breaking All because of one little game What you said to me. How you hurt me so. The cut is just too deep. Deepness scereing into my heart. I want to know why... This pain inside me, Just will not stop. The burning, breaking pain. The cut you left is hard to heal And i cant seem to stop the bleeding. I hope you are happy now. With the pain you made me feel.
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MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband.... The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME. So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6
I might not be the most beautiful or the sexiest...Nor do I have the perfect body...I might not be your first choice...But I am a GREAT choice...I don't pretend to be someone else.....Cause I am too GOOD at being ME...I might not be proud of some of the things I've done...But I am proud of who I am today...Take me as I am...or watch me ...as I go!
THIS WAS WRITEN TO ME BY MY 17 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER..............IT MAKES BEING A MOM WORTH WILD WHEN YOU GET THINGS LIKE THIS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK......................... TO THE MOST WONDERFUL MOTHER OF ALL TIME............... MAMA I JUST WANTED TO SIT DOWN AND TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM TO HAVE YOU AS MY MOM WHETHER YOU ARE MY REAL MOM OR NOT. I STILL CONSIDER YOU MY BIO MOM BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN THERE FOR ME, CHRIS AND GINGER MORE THAN CATHY HAS EVER BEEN AND IF IT WAS NOT FOR YOU THEN I DON'T THINK SHE WOULD EVER COME BACK AROUND TO SEE US KIDS EVER AGAIN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MAMA AND I AM SO GLAD THAT GOD PUT YOU AND CATHY TOGETHER FOR EIGHT YEARS AND I AM SO GLAD THAT GOD SAID THAT YOU WERE THE BEST HELP I CAN GET FOR ME AND MY BABY GIRL. I AM SO GLAD THAT I CAN MAKE YOU A GRANDMA AGAIN IT IS MY PLEASURE. YOU ARE THE BEST MOM THAT EVERY ONE WANTS TO HAVE. I KNOW I WAS ONE OF THEM THAT WANTED TO HAVE A MOM LIKE YOU AND NOW I HAVE YOU AND ITS THE BEST THING EVER. I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME ON GETTING EVERYTHING DONE FOR MY BABY AND ME. GOD SENT ME A ANGEL AND THAT WAS YOU AND HE TOLD ME THAT YOU WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON TO HELP WITH JOLIE, ME, AND STEVEN. HE SAID THAT YOU ARE MY HERO AND YOU ARE YOU HAVE BEEN THERE FOR US FIVE KIDS WHETHER IT WAS THROUGH THICK AND THIN YOU WOULD DO EVERYTHING FOR US. SOMETIMES I WONDER IF YOU HAVE TO BE A MOM TO CORY TOO BECAUSE OF HOW HE ACTS AND TREATS YOU. MOM YOU DESERVE BETTER YOU LEFT YOUR FAMILY IN TEXAS AND MOVED UP HERE TO BE WITH HIS FAMILY JUST TO MAKE THEM ALL HAPPY. MOM ITS YOUR TURN TO MAKE YOUSELF HAPPY I KNOW YOU LOVE YOUR JOB AND IM NOT ASKING YOU TO MOVE BACK TO TEXAS. JUST STOP AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT IN LIFE AND DO YOU WANT TO KEEP FIGHTING WITH SOMEONE THAT HAS FANCIES ABOUT YOUR OLDEST DAUGHTER AND YOUR MIDDLE DAUGHTER AND THEN WANT TO TALK TO YOUR NIECE ON FUBAR. DO YOU WANT TO KEEP GETTING IN TROUBLE BY HIS PARENTS BECAUSE HE DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE MARANDA AND FRANKIE? TO ME IT SEEMS LIKE THEY ARE TRYING TO TELL YOU HOW TO RAISE YOUR KIDS. I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE TELLS YOU, YOU DID A DAMN GOOD JOB ON RAISING YOUR KIDS AND WHO EVER TELLS YOU THAT YOU DID A POOR JOB CAN GO TO HELL BECAUSE THE ONLY REASON THEY WILL TELL YOU THAT IS BECAUE THEY DIDN'T DO ANY BETTER WITH THEIR KIDS LOOK AT CORY FOR MATTER OF FACT HIS PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS DIDN'T RAISE HIM RIGHT. I KNOW THAT EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN WAYS OF THEIR KIDS GROWING UP AND EVERYTHING BUT EVERYONE NEEDS TO QUIT TELLING YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO DO WITH YOUR KIDS THEY DIDN'T HAVE US FOR YOU SO THEY REALLY CAN'T TELL YOU HOW TO RAISE US. MOM I WOULD NOT GIVE YOU UP FOR NOTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE THE BEST MOM I CAN POSSIBLE EVER HAVE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND SO GLAD THAT I HAVE YOU FOR HELP AND SUPPORT SINCE MY MAN IS NOT HERE YET. YOU STEVEN, AND JOLIE ARE WHAT IS KEEPING ME REAL AND SANE. CAUSE I THINK WITH OUT YA THREE I WOULD GO CRAZY, I LOVE FRANKIE, MARANDA, GINGER, AND CHRIS ALL THE SAME THEY ARE MY BROTHER AND SISTER AND WE MIGHT FIGHT BUT THATS WHAT BROTHERS AND SISTERS DO WE FIGHT. BUT IF ANYONE TRIED HURTING THEM I WILL STOMP SOMEONES ASS BECAUSE I AM SUPPOSE TO HAVE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS BACK AND I DO. WELL I KNOW THIS IS GOING TO MAKE YOU CRY SO I AM GOING TO STOP I LOVE YOU MAMA. LOVE ALWAYS YOUR OLDEST DAUGHTER CAROL ANN EVANS MATTHEWS
PLEASE PRAY FOR NICCI AND NATHAN THEY NEED ALL THEY PRAYERS THEY CAN GET.LOVE YOU NICCI AND NATHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was walking around in a Wal Mart store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this.. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Send this message to others, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart. The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: 'With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to the other, and with the threat of swine flu and terrorist attacks, 'Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?' For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us delete this, for the others ... pass it on! God Bless!!!
