I want to be loved, I want to be held, have sweet nothings whispered in my ear but it seems I'm left with nothing and no one. I never want to be that old maid or cat lady. I know, I know, I'm still young but I want to be loved now. I used to tell people that I was waiting for the man that God was perfecting for me, but where is he. Isn't he missing me. One pastor prophesied over me saying that I would meet him in ministry and soon, well so far they are either too old, too young, taken, or just not for me. I need a solid man, tall, strong, sturdy. Someone whose arms make me feel secure, whose touch is gentle but can still get work done. I like a man who has a little bit of roughness to him but not with me. I like a smart man, who can make me laugh.
Of course now my life is different. I'm not the girl I thought I was and I need to be loved, appreciated, understood. I need a patient man with a big heart. I need the man God made just for me
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