is a game in which few fare well.
Sometimes rules change while we’re
Wish for perfection in one another
and you invite a cause to be felled.
there manhood who carries my passion?
Can this be too much hope that I’m
I’ll give myself to a man worth
But, never one who won’t share his
hero will know to be genteel.
He will take his time in the courtship.
He must think of us as a team in play,
not as foe to overcome.
groom my mood with chosen direction,
not taking advantage of situation.
While he makes me feel like his queen,
I will grant his every wish.
is woman who’ll feed my passion?
Can this be too much hope that I ask
I’ll give all to that woman worth
But, not to one who won’t share
lady will understand the art of pleasure
is in her head, not just in her chamber.
She can make me want to please her,
She is complement to our destination.
relaxes the day thoroughly spent
with chaff and challenge and wit.
She treats me as king of our hill
and I support her every wish.
man of my dreams awaits me
as the dawning awaits the new day.
His stroking my skin warms the sunshine
While his kiss quenches brain enflamed.
children will reminisce his strength.
Their hearts will be strong and meek.
They will learn to be gentile to
From the father that shows them such.
forethought bears resemblance to
a sculpture of mind within mind.
His fortune is built for our future,
his present is clear fountainhead.
of my dreams, vision waiting,
from the dusk of enchantment, awake.
I prepare for your proof as the sun
I cool passions for you in the rains.
children will be of your character,
their lust for the Lord engrained.
Educated in ways of deliverance,
demise to delusions of sin.
skills of my damsel are artistry.
Her tapestries have value beyond pay.
The treasure of her cyme is timely,
and I wait for the opening display.
drown us in sorrows a while,
and prepare our souls for each
We seek in each other perfection
with promise to deliver the same.
wait is worth the grand prize
of finding a jewel in our rough.
To find that perfect life love
means we polish reflections of us.
with the old; In with the hope
that this one will be one to uphold.
Cupid or stupid has struck once again
cause I’m looking aisle right in the
failures among us;
but, this one has flung us.
Lucky Seven has sprurred our sides.
this one will lay number seven to rest.
It took six times to find our best!
And ‘tween we two there’s seven head
to feed, and to need, and to tuck into
be July when we say
Twill be the seventh name for you.
(’course women always start with a few)
argued about the topper of cake.
We worked real hard for common wedding
The first place we tried refused our
The invites are late. The color’s not
musician was to be third oldest one
until the bouts between step and son.
(and we’re still planning to get this
must be true, how opposites attract.
Can wrinkles and starch really interact?
And talk about weird…this is fact:
all of our families want to witness the
disrespect. No disbelief.
Our ex-inlaws all sigh with relief!
And most plan attending our miracle to
your thirds older sister,
the second’s whole litter.
my first and her date, past live-ins, and
Why, they all believe we’re deserving
darlin’ I tell you,
there’s love in them thrills:
blue eyes and goose bumps, prayers and
from the Father, smiling, (Sabbath’s
love from two hearts beating in chests;
love’s tender touches in your caress;
love like we always knew to exist.
onward and upward when we’re in ditches.
Some can’t be single. We need our
This time, there seems, there’s only dog
best, we rehearsed.
We’ve both seen our worst.
Friends will realize our shrill
Why, with seven names, the Mexican
advised that you, Ms Irish, do
as honorary Hispanic citizen. Oh my!
Alas, we marry in dignity!
(I couldn't help myself. At least
one of these needed to be funny! -CT)
gained more than I would know,
grand moment I met you.
should guess the happened chance
cluster soul-mates, true?
in the harder times,
grew toward one another.
as viand vineyard grows,
tendrils brace each other.
archway latticed over walk,
sides complete through meeting.
give rise, becoming shade
occasioned travelers’ resting.
when the time for trimming comes,
blooms no more establish,
buried wood of mature cuttings
through prime sprouts, accomplish.
asked for a miracle. The miracle became;
not as I expected, not as I had prayed.
By setting loose a butterfly, cocoons fall
opening hidden dreams of another fine day.
Lord of endless love, preparing my place,
may rejoice be heard beyond my private
Great joy after hurt, like a mother’s
added to the man I am: reflection of your
a touch of faith in the Holder of our
who has a plan for life beyond those human
releasing our conditions; improving our
allowing deeper dreams of another fine