True Love

It is a beautiful fall day; the weather is stunning outside, not to hot and not to cold. The leaves are changing colors all around; soon they will be falling off the trees and lying on the ground. The air is filled with such a sweet aroma from everyone barbecuing outside.

It is a perfect day for a walk in the park; as I stroll along the dirt path I can’t help but to notice all the young lovers snuggled up on the benches or sitting under a tree chatting merely and laughing.

Families are on outings together, flying kites, riding bicycles, playing on the toys, and all of the fun things that families enjoy together while outside on such gorgeous autumn day. The laughter of children fills the air as they play tag near the merry – go – round.

I can’t help but to wonder how nice it must be; I know that in everyone’s eyes I appear fine, strong as can be, but in reality it’s actually true love that I seek. How wonderful it must feel to be in the arms of a lover, or just to watch your daughter being wrapped up by the arms of her father.

There’s a couple nearby the stream, if one didn’t pay attention they would think the couple was fishing, but take a closer look. They are holding hands as she lays her head upon his shoulder; the passion in his eyes clearly state that this young lady is his soul mate.

I must continue on; I have to remain strong, after all, it’s just my children and me for the time being. Oh father, please, help me keep my sanity while I wait patiently for the man you created that will one day share his life with me.

It’s not just a man that I seek, but one that will make my heart skip a beat; I want true love in my life, not just sex in the middle of the night. I want a mate that will share my hopes and dreams, one that will love me just for me. This I must admit is my secret fantasy.

When I was a child I thought love was yucky and gross; I never wanted to kiss a boy, since boys had what we called coodies; little alone did I even think about a man holding me close, after all, that would just be gross!

My mother used to tell me that when I grow up I’ll change my ways; she said to me that love, true love, is actually a beautiful thing. Daddy would tell me love made mommas face shine, while at the same time; her eyes sparkled like a twinkle in the sky.

My sister would say that you can see true love in a person’s voice; she even once told me that if I listened real close, then I could hear mommy’s heart skip a beat when daddy was around. “Sissy,” she said one day, “daddy’s almost home.” When I asked how she knew, my sister just replied, “I can hear the love and excitement in mommas voice, daddy is on his way.”

My sister never saw the look on mommas face, for she was blind; instead she saw with her heart and ears the things that I couldn’t see with two good eyes. That’s the kind of love I seek, the kind that my sister saw between momma and daddy.