My rope is getting shorter
and I fear I'm near the end.
My bridge is overloaded
it will surely break or bend.
The fabric of my being
my fears shall shortly rend,
Yet my life shall still continue
for I've found myself a friend.
"I love my wife because she calls me out whenever I'm wrong, corrects my faults, and keeps me on the right path." ...said no real man, ever.
That's not why a real man loves his wife. So why can't women figure this out? Maybe it's because the men can't even figure it out.
Dear Society:
I like to think that I’m the rock,
Yet this I know: she’s my Gem.
I dunno… I just find myself at a point in my life where I have this overwhelming sense of awestruck wonder, and words just fail me.
Is God satisfied?
Think about satisfaction, and what it is and what it means. In regards to your marriage... what are your requirements for satisfaction? Surely intimacy comes to mind. And, of course, sex comes to mind—perhaps more for the men than for the women.
It happened perchance, he met her one day
With a passing glance, she cast a smile his way
An instant attraction, he could not deny
Inside his emotions, he'd either fight or fly.
Friends, the time is short.
None of us knows which day will be our last. I am more aware of this now than ever.
The chill of the pre-dawn air in the lower layer of last night's inversion stung just a little bit. But Billy knew that it wouldn't be long before the sun's radiant splendor would flip his atmosphere over, and warmth would prevail. Thus, it was easy to disregard this temporary discomfort.