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My love is not good enough for you oh Jehovah. How could an imperfect human give
you pure and unsinful love. How could I give you untainted love. Why is it you want
our conditional love father. Why is it you have begged human to make your heart
rejoice. Why do you love us so dearly when you are the one who is causing us to
love you. This is a one sided love affair. Everything that you have given to us is on
silver platter. What have I or anyone truly give to you. It is unfair of you to put up
with us - to put up with our sinful maladies. I love you oh dear sweet father, but my
love is toothless because I cannot give you a unique and pure love. I feel worthless
because my love is not enough. I want to give you more than just sweet words. I
want to give you the universe, but you have already that. What is it that I can give
to you than just clinging to your laws. I give to you already my body, mind and
deeds than what else can i give to you my marshmellowy heart God. How sweet
Jehovah, it is unfair to love you because every thing I give to you you do not need.
It is unfair to love you because I cannot get to squeeze you like a big teddy bear. It
is unfair to love you because I cannot get to physically walk with you hand in
hand. It is unfair to love you because love is a give and take process, and all I am
doing is taking. So you see Marshmallow, how much you give and I take. How I lovve
you my sweet-hearted Father. I will exert my strength to love you with all my heart
mind, body,and yet it is not good enough.
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He entered my life like morning sun that coats the horizon like paint on canvas, that captured my heart.
He entered my life like a butterfly that floats in a net and helped me forget all the tragedies that engulfed my soul.
He entered my life like a sudden downpour from the clouds and washed the misery away, leaving me in a state of awe.
My man is 6'4" tall, a statue that radiates beauty like the statue of David by Michelangelo.
He is wise like the Jedi Yoda, and as charming as a splendid prince.
His wit is as sharp as a razor blade, and he is as humorous as a Jesters' tongue.
His name is Matthew like the Saint in the Bible, and he loves me dearly.
Like winter, he's majestic, lovely and pure, as is our love for each other.
He romances my heart like Casanova romances his conquest.
His ethics is noble as a priest and his principles is majestic as knight.
I love and adore him completely; he has become my second half.
Alas! I found love in a man who is humbled and loving as my splendid prince.
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How do I escape my life of misery. Do I run away or do I hide away. None of my
choices seem feasible because where can I go to escape tradegy or how conceal
could I be so that no one can see me. How could I be like the great Houdini who
escape traps; as for I, How can I escape life. Or how could I be like the incredible
David Copperfield who eluded object making them invisible, so that ,no one can
notice me. All my notions are idealistic and not realistic, so the best thing to do is to
expire, that will do the trick. Therefore, making me the greatest illusionist and
escapist artist that ever been - to create more than illusion and to escape the
greatest escape... and that is cease to exist. That is how I will escape my life of
misery.
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How do I talk about a man who stood 5'9" tall, an average height, but attributes
made him stood 9' tall. His face was plagued with fuzzed ball only a daddy should
sport. Handsome as an angel and heart almost similar to a god. He loved his
children one and all, but I was his favorite because I respected and adored him
making him felt like the greatest dad of them all. He deduced like a lawyer and
psychoanalyzed like a psychotherapist. He stood for honesty and lived by integrity.
He was super assertive but never aggressive. Gentle like a kitten and perseverance
fierce like a lion. He loved mankind by showing them respect, he treated females
with kindness, he treated children like little people, and he treated male like his
equal. There were more to him then meets the eyes: He was very observance but
never ever mindled in other's lives. What can I say about a man who everyone
respected not by force but by choice. He loved and adore his woman who he spend
his life with until her death, and that was my mom. He make me have respect for
people especially men, all in the way he treated human. What can I say, he is
practically perfect in every way, sound like Mary Poppins, but only better. He was not
a man but my father, and I call him Datty instead of dad. His loving kindness will
always warm my heart, but the memory of him will live on in my head; therefore, he
is not dead only sleeping until we meet again, in heaven. Amen.
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My heart is filled with so much sorrow. It is aching from disappointments, betrayals,
deceptions, and lies. How can I stop it from hurting from crying, and from screaming
in pain. My heart is no longer whole, but in fragments. How could I start mending
you when I need you to cope. Where do I start from to make you whole again, and
how do I protect you from further crumbling in pieces. Even though my heart is filled
with pain, I never stop lovingl How could my broken heart keeping loving, keep
hoping and keep praying just to be rescued,and there is no rescuer insight. Where
do I start to go to be mended. Pain has invaded my heart and squeeze out every
desirable feelings, leaving me cripple in agony. My heart is crippled in pain. I no
longer know how to be loved because pain has seized my heart.
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Peace has gone from my heart like a thief that is lie in waiting ready to emerge from
hiding as result leaving me frightened and confused. I am paralyzed from
uncertainty, and my mind wonders as if I am in shocked from the sudden impacted
from being mugged by the unexpected thief. The peace of my heart is snatched
away without a question, if I should relinquish it or not. My heart lies naked without
the covering of tranquility. I feel so cold and scare not knowing if my present state is
indefinite. I am vulnerable because the secure housing of my heart is gone, and
maybe forever. The foreboding of calamity lies at the entrance, and I am panicky
knowing what the future entails, frighten because it has not yet unfold.
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I dreamed a dream what my desperate heart needs. A healthy mind, body and spirit
to function has a fully human being. A desperate heart yearns to look upon success
in all my endeavors in my career, relationship, and finance. A dream that will take me
places of great height figuratively and well as literally. To triumph over life's
adversities, thus, I would be contented in my life. A life of great satisfaction, but it
would not be balance, I need Jesus in every aspect of daily living. To achieve, what
to me may seem the impossible, is to have a blissful and equilibrium life, I dreamed
this dream and pray it would become a reality.
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I am hunger for his passion therefore for him to hug and kiss me. I will reciprocate. A
yearning desire to embrace and kiss him. A torch with burning passion that will
never be extinguished until he loves me unconditionally, then make passionate love
to me.
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How do I express my love for you all - a love that is stronger than tropical storm. A
fury that will never stop feuding because of the depth of our love that is spoken
between our hearts. A bond that will never be broken because we are bound by
love that is deeper and stronger than a tornado storm. Faith has brought us
together which is destine forever. A love that will never be interrupted by life's
challenges because our love is bound by a never-ending phrase of our hearts.
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you don't know what morrow might bring, so why ponder about it. 'Tis is a stresser
and it will build up pressure in your head. Don't let your heart be troubled: It will
affect your head making it plaqued with worries. So, cheer up and have a good old
time, you with the stormy mind.
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