To One Beloved
I think that I need to preface this with a little something. This has been written with absolutely NO ONE in mind. If you're reading this, and you think this is you, then you sure suck at showing it because I have no idea. This is the byproduct of a long drive home and a lot of years of hope that are beginning to wear me out. I'm not an unreasonable man, so I've crafted this message to the person I'm destined to marry. Hopefully she'll know all of what I'm about to say, and prepare for when we might meet.
Dear Beloved,
I'm sorry that I don't know what color brings out your eyes, or what sound you like to fall asleep to.
I'm sorry that I don't know if you pull your brown hair back from your porcelain face, or you let wisps of blonde frame a face of bronze.
I'm sorry that I don't know why you cry sometimes, and I'm sorry that I don't know what sounds you like to fall asleep to.
I'm sorry that I don't know you.
I hope you know that I'm waiting for you, and I am counting the days until I meet you.
I hope you know that I strive to be a better man because of you, and demand of myself what I know is best for you.
I hope you know that your approval is of immeasurable worth to me, and your trust is all I desire.
I hope you know that I love you already.
I want to believe that you lie awake some nights and think about me.
I want to believe that you are the perfect complement to my strengths, and the perfect support for my weaknesses.
I want to believe that you work to better yourself, so that our relationship will grow and flourish.
I want to believe it, Beloved... Yet sometimes it is so difficult.
Your voice has been growing fainter in my thoughts, when once it called me to a future of happinness.
I am having trouble seeing you in the dark, you no longer beckon me to the end of the tunnel in my mind.
I have stumbled and I have fallen while I looked for you in the haze.
It gets so hard, and yet I will not give up hope and belief.
But one day my hope will fail, and my belief will let me go...
On that day will you be there to find me?
On that day will you be able to catch me?
On that day... will you say that you love me, you always have, and you always will.
I hope so Beloved, but if not, then that will be Goodbye.
With a Love That Grows Weary,
Bradley
Dear Beloved,
I'm sorry that I don't know what color brings out your eyes, or what sound you like to fall asleep to.
I'm sorry that I don't know if you pull your brown hair back from your porcelain face, or you let wisps of blonde frame a face of bronze.
I'm sorry that I don't know why you cry sometimes, and I'm sorry that I don't know what sounds you like to fall asleep to.
I'm sorry that I don't know you.
I hope you know that I'm waiting for you, and I am counting the days until I meet you.
I hope you know that I strive to be a better man because of you, and demand of myself what I know is best for you.
I hope you know that your approval is of immeasurable worth to me, and your trust is all I desire.
I hope you know that I love you already.
I want to believe that you lie awake some nights and think about me.
I want to believe that you are the perfect complement to my strengths, and the perfect support for my weaknesses.
I want to believe that you work to better yourself, so that our relationship will grow and flourish.
I want to believe it, Beloved... Yet sometimes it is so difficult.
Your voice has been growing fainter in my thoughts, when once it called me to a future of happinness.
I am having trouble seeing you in the dark, you no longer beckon me to the end of the tunnel in my mind.
I have stumbled and I have fallen while I looked for you in the haze.
It gets so hard, and yet I will not give up hope and belief.
But one day my hope will fail, and my belief will let me go...
On that day will you be there to find me?
On that day will you be able to catch me?
On that day... will you say that you love me, you always have, and you always will.
I hope so Beloved, but if not, then that will be Goodbye.
With a Love That Grows Weary,
Bradley
1 Comments:
brad, brad, brad. you are a fantastic guy. let me just tell you that. and i know that when you meet the girl that God has made especially for you, you will fall in love, head over heels, and know that the wait was well worth it. you will forget all the heartache and pain that you went through waiting for that day. and she will knock your socks off. she'll be the best darn girl you could ever want. and you'll wonder how you got so lucky. so just keep on truckin', as hard as it may seem, because in the end, i'm certain, God's gonna hook a brotha up. *wink*
(not that i know any of this from experience, i'm just hoping that God will do the same for me when the time is right for me to meet my husband. yay. and i'll be praying for you, as i hope you'll be praying for me.)
love you pal,
trista.
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home