Do A Lover Good??

Have you ever driven your car into an area that wuz unfamiliar? The drive seems long and tedious. Later, after you know your way around, it seems as if the trip is shorter and more comfortable. It is not that the road has changed, just my confidence about it. Suddenly I do not feel vulnerable because I know what to expect. When a mate changes, for whatever reason, the other person in the relationship feels vulnerable. A relationship is a partnership in which one person complements the other, one's strength compensates for the weakness in the other, and vice versa. Both realizing that it doesn't matter who has what individually; it is the sum of the parts that make for a strong relationship. I feel that real strength is proven in a relationship by their resilience and commitment to the other in time of great challenge. In short, even if you have more academic degrees than a thermometer (which I almost do;)), or more money than a bank vault, or are better looking than a Hawaiian sunset, if you lack the ability 2 be a partner in the storm, a soul mate in a time of desolation, then you are nothing at all-but sometimes, it is not the inability to be there 4 the other person during a storm, sometimes this inabiity is a sign that the relationship has tken its course-it just simply over.

It is the void in me that should motivate my mates strength. I am a doer (most dayz)! This girl is no dreamer; I am no idle threat. I deliver like a pizza shop; I am at the door, on the mark, and prepared for the need. It is no wonder 2 me that I cause smiles to break out whenever I come. I am passive, but aggressive. Not so passive that I am not able to take the initiative, yet I am not so aggressive that I leave a mate with no role 2 play;). I understand that I may be part of their destiny, a component of their chemistry, the missing link. Even though they have found me, they still may not realize that they have found bone of their bone and flesh of their flesh. I am their body. I am not competition, so they should not feel threatened by me. I want them 2 feel complete in me. This is the goal! I am three times a lady (most dayz): I am the mother you need, the friend you never had, and the lover you dream about. I am too giving to be self-centered. Bcuz I love like a princess, I have 2 make sure that I do not yoke up with anymore frogs! All frogs do not turn into a prince with a kiss! I honestly do not feel there is anything wrong with marriage, but it works only when we marry our own kind. Now you might s8 that soundz racist, or even discriminatory, but what I am speaking of has nothing to do with race, or gender. It has something 2 do with taste. The ethnicity may be different, or the gender, identical, but if the mentality is different, we could be in for real trouble. I feel that many people are unequally yoked. When Adam looked he could find no suitable help meet among all of the animals. That doesn't mean he couldn't find something that he could have forced. It just means that there was nothing there appropriate for him. I mean, there is more involved in selecting a mate than just finding someone who looks good or is simply willing. It is far deeper than that. Finding someone who has the same goals and lifestyle is crucial. It reminds me of the countless people who are waiting for a bone transplant. They desperately need to find someone who is suitable. Their problem isn't that no one cares or is willing to give it a try; it is just when the tests are done, they don't have a match! The body will not bond with what is unfamiliar, and neither will I, or should you. As a woman, I want someone who feels as if I have known them for years. I want someone who reflects my needs and mirrors my life goals. I want someone who is comfortable and complements who I am and what I like 2 do, these are definate qualities that need 2 be inherent in this person. In bed I am sensual; in prayer I am spiritual; in business I can be shrewd. I am resourceful, a vibrant woman with ingenuity and self-esteem. I feel that I am a prize. I am comfortable in my femininity; I am not ashamed of my fragility 4 I know that my silk covering is merely a mask for great inner stregth and determination. I am NOT a manipulator; I am too strong in my own right to need to live the desperate life of a deceitful woman. My only concern is finding the right person, the one I can assist in fullfilling their destiny.

I am a clinician of affection and a Florence Nightingale to the damaged soldier. A weary soldier never wants to come home 2 fight, 4 they fought their way 2 me already! What sailor would want to sail without a forecast of the pending changes in the weather? Yet most people sail the sea of life ignorant of any changes to their bodies, their needs, and attitudes. Sometimes a mate sails into the storm and s8 nothing at all. It is not always an attempt at deceit that holds their tongue. Many times it is their fear and stress. If tyou only knew that I would do you good. When you do decide 2 swallow your fear and risk your image to open up to me, when you tell me that you are in trouble, depressed, or feel a loss of purpose, virility, or excitement, when you tell me that the stress at work has robbed you of the pasion you once had, I will just listen.

"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea...." (Ps 139:9) You may wonder what the psalm means by "wings of the morning." It refers to the wings of possibility. The wings of new beginnings and second chances. The fresh wings that spread in the rested heart of someone who has refresshed themselves in the night. Many fail to appreciate the manifold splendor of a new day. Morning is a victory to the one who travailed all night long. For the ailing, diseased patient, it is a triumph to see another day. To the aspiring business person, it is a fresh chance to achieve. To the artist, it is a chance to catch the winking sunrise that erupts accros the plains. The wings of the morning are to be taken. They are 2 be seized and enjoyed. Many have not flown bcuz they have not taken the wings of the morning. But they are spread before us all! I do not plan 2 miss another day. We alwayz have the option at the end of a perilous day to arise fresh and ascend into the future, spiraling in the wind and riding above the storm on the wings of the morning. I want 2 take the wings of the morning, resurrect our relatioship and heal myself. Take the wings and lift myself up to a place of excellence. With every sunrise, I want 2 better recognize that light of God shining down on me. Knowing that He has watched over me through the night. The morning is a time of healing. It is a new day, a second chance, a fresh start. SoRare s8ing, Peace and Love and have a fabulous day! Flowz is on her way-gotta go:)