Dear Sweetie

Dear Sweetie,

If I knew you wanted some love, I would have taken you to the beach. I would have laid you down gently. Showed you some love every night, finding the time to make it right. Too bad, I wasn't thinking, the bills kept piling, and we kept sinking. The screaming and yelling made me lose my mind, I lost track of time. It is too bad we couldn't resolve our differences, I was the princess. I must have been spoiled I know, I was raised to be loved. I am not high maintenance, just loved chasing. I can't explain the energy balled up inside, it was just soul ties that weren't aroused until I finally collapsed. I just wanted to tap into a certain type of love that only fantasy could tame, I wanted someone to stroke my mane. Was it wrong, to be a lioness, proud of her temple, stroking, caressing, and testing this crazy love that was a moment in time. It was just a thought passing by in my mind. Too bad, if only, you had time, we could have created another mile. Played another day, I wanted to taste the ecstasy of true love, but maybe next time.

Relationships can be unreal sometimes during the season of what we call the "honey moon or the satisfying appetite of the catch of the day." We find ourselves sometimes what happen to what was considered a beautiful moment turn sour. It appears that having a relationship takes more work than just gazing on the gazelles. Like a gardener, the roses are nice, but the planting, weeding and of course long haul of regeneration of the plant watching it grow, die, and then bloom again, can take some time.