6: 50:  The Man Of My Dreams

Excerpt 50 from Journal 6, 'Becoming My True Love'
 - From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My True Love is so stalwart that he stays within me and never leaves,
  he rises endlessly to greet me and laps at my shores...
He alights me when I awaken and lulls me to sleep at bedtime...
He is my Angel Of Mercy and I feel his love endlessly...
When my thoughts are negative he whisks them away and tells me,
  its not your fault, you are a whole, pure child of God and have
  not earned such calamitous fates of mental torture...
He cleanses me in the rain of God’s Truth where we are one and at peace...
He follows me like an eager child to face with me what I am facing
  each day head on...
He rises to fight my battles along with me even if they are within
  and makes sure I am not overcome or overwhelmed...
He helps me mitigate dangerous paths or avoid them by leading
  me to just ones and helping me stay on them like a best friend
  and guide...
He illuminates my path when conditions are too dark for me
  to see by and make sense of...
He remains a child to help me feel like one, yet becomes a man
  so I can feel like the woman I truly am...
He traverses the entire age spectrum so I can be on the same
  journey with him regardless of my current age...
We are attached by a long, thin umbillical cord and at times
  are the others parent, or child, and at times he shrinks
  to fit inside my heart and climbs inside to lay, dormant
  as plant roots in Winter, when my faith is weak and
  he radiates out in front of me as a growing plant in spring
  when my faith is strong...
He conforms to my seasons and cycles as if I am his Mother Earth
  and he is fully open and aware of my moods and weather patterns
  and needs...
And he at once both fears my wrath and takes joy in it like it is a
  fierce thunderstorm...
He is happy that I am so alive, I bring him to life and he lives
  through me this way...
He only lives to see me live for I am his everything and his true origin
  is parallel to mine...
We are kindred souls who endlessly confirm each others purpose
  and echo each others vitality...
There was a seed called my faith that was germinated by my insight
  and supported by my words to grow into my greatest creation,
  my fullest potential, my story penned and lived and my heart
  broken open and its secrets revealed...
The counterpart to my longings...  The sustenance to my will...
The mechanism to my language spoken and the
  answers I seek returned...
Our fate knows no seasons, our destiny no reasons...
We come and go but never fade, our impermanence is our known...
We each have known the other for eternity and are timeless this way...
And we will each never lose the other...
He holds my heart fast and I hold his...
In every facet of human emotion and form of attachment...
Every expression of love is encompassed in the man I garnered,
  prayed for and recieved...
The man to fit against me as lock and key, the man of my dreams,
  My True Love...