i promise to never forget,
that this is a once in a lifetime love.
i vow to love you, and no matter
what challenges might carry us apart,
we will always find our way back to each other…
whoever you are holding me now in hand,
without one thing all will be useless
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
who is he that would become my follower?
who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
the way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive.
you would have to give up all else,
I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,
your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
the whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the
lives around you have to be abandoned
therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further
let go your hand from my shoulder,
put me down and depart on your way…
The problem nowadays is that love is interpreted on a gross level. Just as many people are attracted to the size and glitter of a fake diamond, so are they swayed by false, superficial love. There is no value in either. A real diamond is often quite small, but it is flawless. That is where its value lies. Real love is like a tiny diamond: it is not flashy and it is without a single flaw. Real love is one hundred percent pure. There is nothing artificial mixed into it. It is clean. There are no ulterior motives in real love.
Please just do whats right…
Today when I phoned the daycare centre to see how my little girl is doing I got some pretty amazing news…my little Logan has been on solids for just over a week and had her first bowl of porridge this morning. The daycare mother also informed me that her colic has subsided and that she is full of life and a happy baby. This made my day…
The reason I found this out a week later and over a phone is because I haven’t seen my little girl for almost three weeks, her mother has made it impossible for me to see my daughter. It became apparent how much damage is being done when i saw Logan for the five minutes I did at the doctors last week. She looked at me like I was a stranger, never recognised my voice either. Its amazing how only three weeks can cause the separation it has…
To make matters worse, I have been excluded from any decision making that has to do with ‘our’ daughter…I was told (via sms) that Logan had started daycare (full day and a month early) three days later. I also found out the good news of today from someone else. If I hadn’t phoned I would never have known. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable, I just what to know whats happening in my daughters life.. besides the fact that its my right as a father to know…
C.A – I urge you to stop playing your spiteful games…I accept that we didn’t work & wish you well. You finally get to lead the ‘single mothers life’ you like to brag about so openly Facebook…This is however not about us anymore, its about something far more important, the future and well being of a daughter we share. It puzzles me how you are the first play victim to an unbearable childhood yet you do what you are doing, knowing very well what the consequences are???
Because you hate me does not mean Logan has to…please just let go of whatever issues you have so that I can enjoy ‘our’ God-sent gift the way you do everyday…
I miss my daughter terribly.
I am sorry for using this as a means of communication but you have blocked me on everything else.
Easter again…still think about you everyday…
Love can never be exclusive. The sun does not choose to shine on some flowers in the garden and not others. Love is inclusive and has many faces – caring, listening, sharing from the heart, just accepting someone for what they are right now, are all acts of love, as long as you seek nothing in return.
when you get all you want and you struggle for pelf,
and the world makes you king for a day,
then go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say.
for it isn’t your mother, your father or wife
whose judgment upon you must pass,
but the man, whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass.
he’s the fellow to please,
never mind all the rest.
for he’s with you right to the end,
and you’ve passed your most difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend.
you may be like jack horner and “chisel” a plum,
and think you’re a wonderful guy,
but the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.
you can fool the whole world,
down the highway of years,
and take pats on the back as you pass.
but your final reward will be heartache and tears
if you’ve cheated the man in the glass.