At about 3 a.m. in the morning , I was borned 67 years ago ,
I had a very good life with my grandparents but not my Mother or Dad.
When I had turned into a young Lady , it seemed as if desire was at hand.
And not the kind that should have been.
So I returned to the country life I had loved so well.
There's always been a fighting "Warrior " in me. Had to be to survive.
Married at a tender age and divorced at the legal age , always said ,
I could walk out a door just as easy as I walked in. I had learned,
Never to trust a man. They will always hurt you , always .......
But as I grew older ( not wiser ) I did find love that was true.
Love that ran deep ..... And though it has been gone so long , He died.
I want it again. I want the tender sweet love and the calliused hands of a hard worker.
There is a man , though my untrusting ran him away. On my 67th. Birthday I dearly
Wish I could tell him that I love him so very very much and that isn't going to change.
If it's not going to work out with time , then I do see there is no true love left for me ......
I wont give up or stop wanting what I want , the only one that fits the bill , the one who measures up
To what a man is suppose to be ....to me. So my prayer for my Birthday is to have
A loving word from the man I love ....That I love so tenderly .....Please be there...........