Lover of My Dreams
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In these days and times if a woman says she feels unloved people seem to immediately think she means she doesn't get enough sex. I never, EVER understood why that is. There is a BIG difference between LOVE and SEX. Love is an emotional thing. Sex is LUST. It's purely physical. For instance: If you love someone you would never hurt them intentionally. If you love someone his or her well fare is your concern. If you love someone you are happy to do things for them. Their pleasure or happiness is your pleasure or happiness. If you love someone their pain is your pain. If you love someone you make the same excuses for them that you make for yourself. Love is caring and nurturing. Love is saying you're sorry just to make them feel better. Love is a Gift from God, Almighty, Himself. A rare jewel to be valued and kept. Love has many facets like any fine cut jewel. Sex is just one facet.
He comes to me at eventide when all is quiet, still,
As I sit alone in darkening listening to the trill.
Of night birds as they give their call rousing at the gloaming,
To begin the evening hunt and I with them go roaming.
I feel His arm around me as I walk in twilight mist.
I feel His love surround me though I remain unkissed.
He is the lover of my dreams in whom I can confide.
He is the friend and confidant in whose arms I hide.
He soothes my wounded spirit.
He heals my aching heart.
He restores my confidence,
And all my fears depart.
He is no ordinary man whose ego I must feed,
No knight in shining armor upon a great white steed.
He's good and kind and loving though He knows my every deed.
He knows me well but loves me still. He's all I'll ever need.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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