I Wish He Loved Me Half As Much As He Loves Her
He loves her, he loves me.....which is it really. In his late night
calls, he whispers what she is longing to hear. Lovers separated by
distance, his words are like nectar to a starving honeybee. They have never
met, but nonetheless, she controls his ever waking thought. He is mesmerized, spellbound by a gypsy woman, who casts a spell of intrigue.
She weaves a magic spell and he is hers. My darling, he softly speaks,
I will be your everything, you are mine. She coos in the phone, promise
you will never leave me. Thus begins the dance of intimacy and deception.
Yet, I am here, and have been waiting for that emotional support for
many years. He never came for me, didn't think I needed his affection.
How freely he gave to the gypsy woman of his love, while I was starving
for it. I never told him, was his response. Does a wife need to tell
a husband that she desired his touch, yearned for his affection or
wanted to feel his protection.
Ladies, take care of your man, for the gypsy woman does not
care whether one is in a committed relationship, she will plunder
and steal what is yours. She has no morality, no remorse, no
shame....she covets what is not hers. She has no respect nor dignity.
Immoral is she, like the biblical Jezebel she will ensnare and capture
her prey. When she is done, she will return the object of her
desire....now broken and discarded.
But her Creator, will repay and with a vengeance judgment will come.
It will be swift and every lasting. Her mask will be torn off, and the true
depths of her ugliness will be revealed. She is now marked and the
abyss of darkness will be her forever tomb.
For in a short time, she will know this wrath and her tears will not
save her from an eternity of destruction. She will wail and lament her
fate. Woe to this child of the devil, her defeat is permanent.
Only then will love return to this empty heart....and love will triumph.
For true love enters a heart that is pure and on gossemer
wings I will fly to the heavens and be made whole.
calls, he whispers what she is longing to hear. Lovers separated by
distance, his words are like nectar to a starving honeybee. They have never
met, but nonetheless, she controls his ever waking thought. He is mesmerized, spellbound by a gypsy woman, who casts a spell of intrigue.
She weaves a magic spell and he is hers. My darling, he softly speaks,
I will be your everything, you are mine. She coos in the phone, promise
you will never leave me. Thus begins the dance of intimacy and deception.
Yet, I am here, and have been waiting for that emotional support for
many years. He never came for me, didn't think I needed his affection.
How freely he gave to the gypsy woman of his love, while I was starving
for it. I never told him, was his response. Does a wife need to tell
a husband that she desired his touch, yearned for his affection or
wanted to feel his protection.
Ladies, take care of your man, for the gypsy woman does not
care whether one is in a committed relationship, she will plunder
and steal what is yours. She has no morality, no remorse, no
shame....she covets what is not hers. She has no respect nor dignity.
Immoral is she, like the biblical Jezebel she will ensnare and capture
her prey. When she is done, she will return the object of her
desire....now broken and discarded.
But her Creator, will repay and with a vengeance judgment will come.
It will be swift and every lasting. Her mask will be torn off, and the true
depths of her ugliness will be revealed. She is now marked and the
abyss of darkness will be her forever tomb.
For in a short time, she will know this wrath and her tears will not
save her from an eternity of destruction. She will wail and lament her
fate. Woe to this child of the devil, her defeat is permanent.
Only then will love return to this empty heart....and love will triumph.
For true love enters a heart that is pure and on gossemer
wings I will fly to the heavens and be made whole.
