Looking 4 Love...in all the wrong places

<P>He loves me...He love me not...He loves me... He loves me NOT...</P><P></P><P>As little girls many of us played pretend. Yes in our own little minds we filled our world with dolls dreams and our perfect love. Once I was grown and out on my own there was no more pretending. I was playing house and trying to handle grown folks business. I was trying so hard to enhance this romance but I had to realize that there was no happily ever after to my story. My fairy-tale romance was turning into a horror film and I was the main character. </P><P></P><P>I was on a scavenger hunt looking for love and expecting happiness. I was disappointed with the love that I found and not satisfied with the happiness I had made. </P><P></P><P>He offered me a bogus brand of what I thought was real love. You know that love that looks just like the real thing and from a distance you can't tell if it's an original or just a knock off. But usually if you look at it really examine it; you can tell that it's a fake! The stitches are different the texture is different but most of all the quality is different. I knew that the quality of love that Marcus offered was flawed but I wanted it so bad I carried it around perpetrating it as an original.</P><P>He loves me....He loves me not...Yes He loves me.....</P><P align=center>He is the complete expression of love. It is His desire to lavish so much love on me. </P><P align=center>Every good gift that I receive comes from His hand. </P><P align=center>For He is my Provider and He will meet all my needs. </P><P align=center>His plan for my future has always been filled with hope. </P><P align=center>He loves me with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3).</P><P align=center></P><P align=center></P><P align=center></P><P align=center></P><P></P>