head first

This time I jumped into the fray with my head first, not my running feet, and it has made the difference. It has made all the difference.  And now I sit in my new home, Listening to Pandora Radio and The Stylists, thinking about the man I love,
and the men I loved and let go....with my eyes wide open. 
It isn't easy or particularly nice.
It is a tad sad:
All the possibilities--nipped in the bud.
But one beautiful flower thrives.

That's best for a woman with an imagination.
The more one dates, the more one learns how to enjoy the potential
until there is nothing left but imagination, hope,
and an empty bed.

Tonight I will have the empty bed,
and a full-to-the-brim heart.
The man who loves me is working
but wants to be in my bed with me--
our bed.
I'm sworn to him on the Bible.
in front of God
Family
Friends...
my own heart.
All the love songs in the world are about him.