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The promise is a cell phone battery dies, or bill not paid, or not in a good
reception area.
The promise to not fight, shed tears, or silent treatments.
The promise of to keep peace, yell, or scream.
The way our family or friends, can come between our relationships.
The promise of our children, will depend on their selves, and instead
come to us for
support all the time.
The promise not to do something behind each other’s back.
The promise that one or both of us want out of the relationship one point
in a given time.
The promise that one of us dies and hope we wait at the heavenly gate
for the other, so we can join God together.
The promise, that the dreams we have never come true.
Promise that are keepsakes:
Love with the whole heart.
Cry on a shoulder, when needed.
Listen to solve problems at hand.
Promise to live, laugh, and love no matter what.
Promises to makes each other’s dreams come true no matter
what could happen.
Promise to stand beside each other no matter what.
These are the promises that are challenges that we face. We face day to
day.
Is there really a real promise never broken? Marriage vows are promises.
Is there anyone that,
Has kept them scared. Promises, promises, why so many promises? They
get broken. They come true but not in the way we want them to.
Promises that are keepsakes: the smiles on our faces. The special
moments in our families lives.
The how many times have I cried on your shoulder? Why, did I cry and
then laugh?
The problems at hand: that we have had to face. The temptations, but did
we really fall for them?
Those temptations every day, we always take. Living in the moment is the
best way to take.
Laughing with the ones who care, and loving them with no despair.
The promises that are broken are always replaced with the keepsake
promises that we make.
Promises we are scared to make, because we are never sure of the
future.
Never sure what could happen.
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What is true love? Is it when you feel fire inside your body? You feel sparks going
down your spine? How about the way they kiss you? What are your true inner
feelings telling you? Or is it when you giggle to your girlfriends and chat about the
one you met? Will it still feel like that in 20 or even 50 years? What is it like? Will you
love that person just the same when met them or even more after the years went
by?
How do we consider true love? Is it really real? I mean you can’t see it? Is it a
feeling? Because you can’t eat, drink, smell it, or even touch it. How would you know
when it is true love?
After all the years of experiencing relationships, I thought I had found true love, but
I found out I had that all wrong. You see I was blessed years ago with a very good
husband and I didn’t see that than. I had a bad relationship I was in for 6 years. I
left him and a week later, I was blessed to meet a man that reminded me of my ex-
husband.
When my parents met him, they thought for sure it was my ex-husband. They were
so excited for me; we had talked about him for quite awhile. You see right away I
was afraid to fall in love. I knew he was the one for me and after being with him for
a year, I am still sure, but I am still leery because I don’t want to have my son hurt.
I have my body on fire and chills down my spine from him.
He showed me what I needed a long time ago. Something I haven’t seen in myself
and that was me. My heart was so cold I think no one could melt it. I was wrong, he
started taken a good interest, the next thing I know my son invited him to school
events and his own birthday party.
I cry at times, because I never thought this would be possible. Find a man that
could put up with me is difficult. I pray to God and ask him if this is true or a dream.
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The Lord gracefully asks us
to be faithful despite of...
the devil's temptation
The Lord blesses us eternity
for the rest of our lives
with the ten commandments
as our guide through life
We hope to accomplish in life
that Jesus will let us enter
into the Golden Gates
With Judgement Day
lingering near....
we know satan will grow
nearer than the last few years
The Lord will keep us safe
as we pray for him to save us
Yes devil's day is near
Lord Jesus hear our tears
wiping our eyes with the
burning fires from the
devil's pit below
We will beg for Jesus
from above to resurrect
our living souls
With the Golden Gates
held open from the Angels
we come up gracefully
to see our Shining Lord
We pray to our Lord
thanking him for our
Lord Jesus for what
he paid on that cross
That cross saved our lives
and we prayed we would be saved
John the Baptist did his best
to help those who needed
to be blessed
Noah building the Ark
saved those who would
pass the generations on
We thank you Lord
what you did was amazing
and we are blessed to have
thee to save us for the doom
within the bottomless pit.
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Waiting patiently is not her game,
she waits to hear from the one who holds the key to her hear
He told her a while back that he would be back and just wait to hear
from him, but she can't no longer hold back
She writes and writes and gets no replies
She is going crazy out of her mind and still no reply
From the man that lies in her mind
Is he playing with her heart and her mind?
Then God replies "Just wait patiently and soon he shall write".
Don't Pray for patience as God has said, "You have to earn it".
God replies, "The man that holds the key to your heart will be back
with the promise of a lifetime. Just wait patiently".
Time is on his side and she must wait. For this would be the best and
you will come to understad later. When will this be for she cannot take no
more? There will be a fire burning in your soul and chills down your spine and
and this will show that he will be the one for you.
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mind in soul
body entwine in heart
making the thrist of fire enrage
devastation is near
waiting and wanting
the passionate that lingers near
standing in the shadows not far
but with in eyesight a strange figure
walks slowly out into the moon light
walking towards me
as rain is coming down harder
i nervously walk toward him
i quiver what i see before me
a desire for a relish of soft moist lips
the taste of warm rain that enhances the sweetness
of pure desire for pure pleasure in sweet delight
the touch of hands that are drenched from the warm rain
working out of the garments that seem to be attached
while ripping them away we ache through it all
lusting what is near that will become
now the rain in the moon lite area
with the night being right
hot breaths make us blowing steam
out in the air, screaming that match
with the thunder so near
wanting the warm rain to never end
the heart desires more than it appears
aching and unravling is in the near
with the passion of warm rain
will it come again someday
fire burning within that can't
wait to hold the sensation in
crying out the pleasure of
sweet essence from within
with ecstasy from a depth
i say goodnight will
i see you again
warm rain come again
pure delights that hold within
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There are many who think they are in a relationship
who think they have found the love of their life.
Think they will never get hurt and open their hearts up wide
they start to chat and get deep in to the minds.
Fall passionately in love for that person,
then all of a sudden that person stops talking.
They start play mind games like you know what would be fun...
Lets do things my way... Then, they start drifting away... Then they come back...
Then they fade away... Then all of a sudden they come back worth of vengence...
Saying they love you.. they miss you.. they can't wait to see you.. then all of a
sudden. They leave as fast as they came in to your life.
They crushed your heart, soul, mind, and body.
They don't care how they hurt you, because they care about themself.
They are selfish!!!
All they want to do is play the game to see how many people they can hurt and
make miserable, because they are miserable.
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