Dear Love; - part 2

Dear Loved, Part 2;

Love is the reason we persevere through every season. Even when we are in our lows.

Love is the reason I horde over my love to you. My heart for you. Even when I am unconscious I am still a part of you. Carrying onward through the darkest of times.

I, with my desires and pleasures have been constructed for love. I with my desires and pleasures have been constructed to adorn and serve, with sincerity and clarity and wise incision of the high standard set apart for a bride as a part of THE BRIDE for Christ alone.

Beauty is found through the eyes of the beholder. But I will make sure that when I behold her, I’ll see her through purity and not something to be grasped.

But in this time I will not find new gain from outside your plans. I’m not in a relationship for sexual gain and I’m not in this to be vain. You’re not my vanity mirror either. You’re not the one who is gonna make me or take me to new heights. I promise that you alone, God are what’s in sight. You are my reason in height.

I can live alone in the darkest of nights. Cause in you I’m bright white. Substantial restlessness might take me over, but I will continue in the season of fleshed out love to be sober. My intimacy is yours. My hopes and triumphs our yours. And even though I want to share them with another, like you there is no other.

I know you are jealous for me and I revere you, so I’m not gonna break my seal with adultery and idols. I will caste my schemes aside and to your reality to go I ride. I wanna be a part your plans, bed stricken I am, but this type of comfort doesn’t have to be a part of your plans cause relationships in this world have an ending. Even though I truly do want one to be beginning.

I’ve seen women with real vision, with your commission. I’ve seen them with your branding and incision and they too have taken up their Ebenezer stone for you. And I want such a stone with them. So far you have helped us. So maybe your consecration can dwell with us. But really that isn’t a must. It’s in you O’ Father that I trust. Cause fickle people, as we all are, are all busts.

Busted, and bruise. My hearts battered in used, and might even allow myself to be suffocated all the while with my own words as I finally wait for these words to be heard by such a rarity, but you Lord hear them. And even though I can’t see my future if it has "said woman" with it you God still will provide clarity. That in itself is not a fallacy, but rather just you tellin me what I am here.

I’ve set my standards so high and at times I wonder why. Opportunities just continue to pass by, and I’ve even met people I was willing to love, but you God are the only one who deserves love. I deserve none, but you gave some, sent your Son, and my snare came undone. That there is no worthwhile prize that can be won. Only cheap ones already undone. Since your selection is obviously not one that should be taken likely or shuned, may it be your selection that to whom I run.

So unnamed hopeful, if you think I'm gonna overdose on these new experiences your sadly mistaken. To live my own life, with God's direction. Lady, that's where I'm taken. I'm sorry if that lead's you alone and shaken. But recognize God's got plans for you. SO you, loved, are also taken.