I want an unadulterated love, in which the man shouts to the roof tops about his love for me. Doesn’t hide my existence from human, animal or insect.
I want God to be irritated with him, because he wakes up everyday being thankful to God for me being in his life.
I want an unadulterated love, in which he thanks God for me entering his life. Like an overflowing cup, I am his blessing.
I want an unadulterated love, in which the man strips himself down. He no longer wears pride and secrecy. Now he adorns passion, care, honesty and protectiveness.
I want an unadulterated love, where I can cry and cry my eyes out and he will listen and advise me with wisdom only God can give.
I want an imperfect man, who isn’t stubborn to LISTEN.
Who isn’t stubborn to BETTER himself for a relationship.
I want an unadulterated love.
Always an admirer of others, rarely admired.
I’m still trying to understand what love is.
I don’t know what it is to truly be the recipient of love, only the giver of it.
Even then, I don’t know if I’m giving my all anyway.
I believe that the purest form of love is the love of a mother.
The love of a lover, is one I will never understand. It’s the most complex.
I’ll allow it to stay in it’s complex web, I’m not that adventurous of a person anyway.