THE WOMAN I LOVE
Some years ago, when my mind was still as immature
as my age, I had always yearned that the woman I will love will be the Angel (can I say this: real angels don’t know how
to love! ‘Asirvo! Heresy you speak?’ I hope so, but I don’t think so… ‘cause if
angels know how to love, they won’t ask God: ‘what is man, that Thou art
mindful of him?), sent by God, with no faults. (But now I don’t need an angel, I want a real woman, from mother-eve’s
clan)Wanting the best, I had castled my imaginations with illusions graced
into my mind that she will be all: beauty-full, sexy, attractive, famous,
wealthy, intelligent in words, attitude, actions, look, gaze, gait and aura, a
sui generis as in ‘perfect’ to the definition.
I had wished she would sing, play an instrument,
an envy of all, respectful industrious, diligent, loving, perfect and most of
all, crazy about me. I really craved for a ‘finished lady’. Someone I do not need to work on again but just
walk into her father’s house, pay her bride price and…
I had phrased in my heart that she will be a
quintessence of all virtues and essences, not until reality dawned it on me like
a new morn.
Every woman only has the potential to become her
very best when she meets the man that can see through her latent virtues and
gifts and help her become her best. No woman is in her perfect state, she needs
a man that will help her reach her true reality. (Same for men, so you don’t start feeling like…).
The woman that I love is the woman that loves
herself, who loves me and who is willing to respect me and allow me assist her
in reaching her fullest potential. The woman I love is the woman that I love,
‘because I can’t love a woman that I don’t love.
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