Even though we're so much quarrelsome, but nevertheless we like us and yet always loves us dearly so much. She's far away from my arm to touch, but she's right therein my heart to reach. She's easily offended he's highly sensitive. By her humility is necessary. Patient is required of him. She loves me, I loved her more. #C9_fm
Don’t tell her you love her just show her you do Don’t show her you love her unless it’s really true Don’t hold her if you don’t want her neither let here hold you Don’t touch or kiss her even if she’d like you to She may just be lonely and just lost in what to do So be patient, take it slowly if you’re strong to carry through You’ll be hers and hers only and she’ll be yours too
Please be patient with me, I spend most of my day swimming in the ocean of my thoughts. Please be patient with me, sometimes I'm too scared to speak up but there are days where I speak too much. I always loved too much and received a little, I got used to being treated like ****. I do not know what I deserve so please be patient with me. I cry over the slightest inconvenience but there are days when I cover it up with a smile. Please be patient with me, a lot of days I breathe because you exist. I'm a mess, like a sudden drought, but this mess loves you without a single doubt. so when times get tough and you realize it's hard to love me, just remember, please be patient with me. —g.l
"Someone at school was bullying me." Well Baha'u'llah says that God loves the sighs of the oppressed more than anything else. "Why?" Because it means we are being kind and not trying to take an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Rather we forgive and suffer through oppression. Thus, God will vindicate us either in this world or the next. For Baha'u'llah also said that the paradise for the patient is the only paradise without limitation. Thus, we sigh, we wait, we suffer.
You knock and knock But I can’t let you in My home is unclean There's mountains of clutter from head to toe I constantly stand in filth and dust I hear you knocking But I'm too ashamed to let you in Why do you continue to knock? Why don't you believe no one's home? Aren’t you tired? You have stood there for so long So I finally cleaned my cluttered home And I answered my door And there stood Jesus Patiently waiting for me to let him in