One Flaw In WomenWomen have strengths that amaze men....They bear hardships and they carry burdens,but they hold happiness, love and joy.They smile when they want to scream.They sing when they want to cry.They cry when they are happyand laugh when they are nervous.They fight for what they believe in..They stand up to injustice.They don't take"no" for an answerwhen they believe there is a better solution.They go without so their family can have.They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.They love unconditionally.They cry when their children exceland cheer when their friends get awards.They are happy when they hear abouta birth or a wedding.Their hearts break when a friend dies.They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when theythink there is no strength left.They know that a hug and a kisscan heal a broken heart.Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail youto show how much they care about you.The heart of a woman is whatmakes the world keep turning.They bring joy, hope and love.They have compassion and ideas.They give moral support to theirfamily and friends.Women have vital things to sayand everything to give..HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
This is one sweet message that I just HAD to share! The weather forecast this afternoon: warm hugs and scattered kisses for today... temps, hot and steamy... friendly breezes picking up and blowing kisses through the evening... showers of love expected off and on (may flood in some areas)throughout the days ahead... You are loved! - may love's showers soak you completely, immersing you in its glow! Pass this to a friend and back to me if i am one!!
Praise be of all woman; feeling sexy and strong without guilt trip or fright, breathing life into this world feeling the first heartbeat. This be a touch of words, raptures of mind, a gentle assault on guarded walls feeding truth, hunger of mind, intimacy of soul, the willingness to connect beyond mere images. Truth is, our histories intimacy's echos being touched, yet never embracing our souls. As there where times in all our lives, when images mattered more then a persons concepts, ideology, beliefs, memories that left wanting, wishing, longing. Golden Fleece of endless possibilities; what manhood means, when woman scream from innocent eyes glazed over. Knocking on closed doors, tempting to smile, nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, as our souls quivers from repressed needs. From torture days gnawing on corners of lips, breathing in suspicions of ideology"what ever the motive is" curiosity. Intimacy raw images
