What is Love? What is Lust what’s a crush?
She says and actually believed.. that her two (gorgeous) dark brown eyes are just plain..
& nothing more…
unaware of the fact her visions possess quite the future sight, that’s 2020 consistently before 2020 arrived…
She’s my soldier my hand in hand, partner always
So in all ways for all days there is no rush; for every moment we share is a moment to cherish us!
My support system, who has
zero ties or forms abortion; unless it’s aborted thoughts.. simply sent and meant just to rot outside of our stories plot,
to reestablish the foundation.. of commitment, strength and trust…
Love surpasses lust when we take I and force it to: US.
Of course we know that adulterous so called options, could be taken daily and often; dm’s keep em’ both poppin’ ignoring eachothers texts, moving onto the next — that’s self inflicted deception, no other I seek for sex…
The world if we let it stress,
Our marriage, our very best,
No tutors can grant us rest ain’t no end of books we can turn to, for answer keys towards these tests..
that require real-life experience, that’s how one becomes delirious — trapped in a world of narcissists and pessimists, misguided optimists visions where fake credentials is…
As if it’s a subscription to quickly opt-in, hop in with an extremely heavily weighted vest,
The sharpest and coldest chains, with rust that just cause more pain…
tied to both our ankles wanting you and I to start giving in, staying at the bottom won’t agitate what was promised…
Little do they know that it’s GOD who is within them, not the strength of a thousand men,
It’s GOD who kept us on assignment and in alignment false narratives yes we tried it as pride hit this ain’t just some diet,
It’s two under one, two people under one covenant, fearless to take this public I love it and
I refuse..
To just blindly dive in a noose simply cruise, and worship world news, nor shall I, nor will I… choose booze over your beauty; on my grown man mi Reina, so while these boys resort to the term “cutie” still stuck in mental state where its cooties, recess and movies…
Nah.
Mi Amor, here I stand as your man I proclaim astutely,
That I refuse to compromise off of vibes through repetetive, dead and said: often lies
For this life is not my own,
Mrs. T.,
Now I know that you surely see.. here is that which lies all of what I have come to realize amongst these real lies, entrapment death and these boy who cried wolf lies,
Won’t be paralyzed; by a pair of lies — for its Christ’s wisdom that surely taught her,
As much as I aim to save, I now know that I cannot compete with nor complete..
..where Her Father.. God’s chosen daughter;
must stay active within His will that’s most certainly got her..
Mrs. Tyler, never will I pour gas upon your spiritually sown seeds even when times are harder;
Though I know that your fuel stays premium,
finding freedom in the fact that God has taken it upon HIM, pressed often, up-on our marriage this promise.. He’ll always water, no longer left in this nation in the coldest of isolation, self deprecation or desolation just another being stuck on the frightening path getting near the slaughter,
The seeds that you possess, babygirl; they are strictly, forever meant, to be appropriately nurtured, with God’s healing hands.. our great Doctor, forever your Husband I’ll be,
The proper amount of power, granted and assigned as the Father’sarchitect.. simply focused on the schematics which lead me to you..
Yahweh’s chosen, who loves me even when my pain was in motion, exposing that which is broken, you’re my rib, you are my partner, and my Queen,
Mrs. Tyler, Yeshuas, none truer, my Savior, my God, Adonai the great provider, yes Jireh my Father’s: daughter.
#growth.
Sincerely, yours….
Mr. Tyler your man unto infinity, we both went far together in the past.. I can promise you this, we’re both going.. #FARTHER 🙏🏾
-j.
