My Belove Eve Has Not Formed Me Yet
My darling eve, for many years I've searched for you, but to no avail.
Now I just live and given up my search, because I've grown weary.
For so long when I had thought I founded you, I merely, became a victim
of the illusions of true love.
No my dear, I was not thinking with a lustful mindset, but I was tenaciously
hoping that my search of longevity had ended. Oh so many shattering moments
aand advice from strangers and those who deem to know of the hidden content
of my heart, did I succumb to their advice.
Truly, I was a silly little boy trapped in a man's physical frame. Now that I can
earnestly accept the fact that I am a man within this man's physical frame, do I
really rrealize a simple truth.
To find that which I once searched so diligently for never did escape me, but actually
taught me of her most sacred ways. That's, learning the essence of patience and preparing my heart to be upright for my beloveth eve and then to know her rarest of vines in the season of her time.
Thus, do I know that my belove eve is searching for me in the season of love and love has prepared me to greet her with a cloak of unconditional love in the heart of God Almight. In time my belove eve will find me and I will find her.
Copyright © Elijah Prophet | Year Posted 2012
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