True Disciplines Of Love Done Right !

Don't spin me wrong little lady! Drive me crazy right! Don't go it alone to often, and love me into lazy crazy. Spoil me some, and let me spoil you. 50/50 where less is really more. When I was a child, I thought as a child. I was married to my toys!

Don't toy around to the point, I can't toy around with you. Charge my battery with the disciplines of love! Your my wife, not my mother. No offense Ma. Make my kettle steam-up right, and keep the tea sweet. Burn-me up right, out of the lazy life!

Discipline love me over there, into your empty loving arms, after arming me with something to work with first. Hand me a pot or pan, and the spic and span. Don't give your love so freely, it leads me, to crazy lazy in love!

You can go into labor alone, or take me with you 50/50 when you have our babies. Let me be the man, and want the best of the woman in you to come out, by letting me do your labors 50/50! Lip me right both ways. Loosen my overly tight life, to spend all over the place, beyond what money can buy.

Unscrew my inability to open up right to your moodiness. Let me give the mix of love, I don't understand at least a try. Let me be one beyond the new, I first knew, when I married you! Let new-newness come forth with the new two now more one, even more-so than the old one two! Loving discipline and loving limitations, and not abuse!

The loving outer limits, from the inner-innards, with well skinned beauty of the soul's personality! Over-flowing from my cup runneth over into yours, so I can sustain without the faint to enjoy the joy of love, opposite the double bam-wham-bang whammy.

Thanks mammy, who moved me towards marriage! Never dreamed love could do so much, with one such as you, even without your help at times! Thanks for taking over, where the love in me left off, to put the cover, on the book!

The Father of the bride gives her up to marriage, the Mother adds to the love of life. You can take this love as a boy becoming more of a man,, and give it to your wife, for the fullness of man-hood. You wouldn't hit your Mother would you?

You wouldn't want to marry again, if your one that is, goes beyond the body, and then again you still might. You need your Mother, and Father for more life unto life, in times like these! Go it alone, doesn't make sense as lovingly here.

Elvis would certainly not only sing, "Ma-ma Loved The Roses", but would seek her advice, as well as the Heavenly Fathers, in the spirit of truth. Your not Elvis, but he don't mind sharing the love he left behind done right, like a pumpkin pie, least sweet pickle, with sour kraut!

Pa Kettle, would seek out his Indian friends, should Ma spark up best at rest. Ma wouldn't mind Pa, over-coming the ill side of his laziness, and adding to the good side of it, to help discipline a new wife best. We have to many so called marriages gone bad, and divorce shouldn't have a better name, than the sharing of a new lasting marriage. Do love right, and stay with it's real!

Your passed wife in the spirit of truth would probably say, "Respect your parents thoughts, but as for me your wife, "Do you not love a pet, and should it's spouse pass, even pet to pet would you hold back, if in the pet store, you saw the love in it's eyes again." Love's graces lets one marry again without fear, if the time again is right!

Orange juice, and ice cream me! Two have become one! Not to go with it in secret! Hold me back from over-doing, least being lazy crazed in. Add more flow, to my know with no go. Show me up right, to run from the run of the mill! Make my embarrassments wise me up!

Love me to accept what I can't change, but not so much so, I don't request your help. To leave it at that may be all good and well alone. Help me remember marriage done right enhances the ways, the truths, and the life, to the sweetest ripes!

Be moody, and make me love you for it! Arouse my curiosity, and let me take the credit. You are me, and I'm you in spirit. Truth me to faith, like only a married woman can, that really meant her vows! Feed me clean, beyond the dream, that stops there!

Wipe my wipe-outs beyond just the mere dry. Art me up right! Take me as I am, to be even more than what I ever thought I could be, with just my own arms to spare. Dare me to dare right, my wife!

Heat me up cold, and start me clean. Down me up, and up me down. Turn me just right towards more than just the plain and simple fired-up dish wish. Make me check it twice, with just the once over, as I have your eyes to!

Shine on to shine me off, and let your many graces make me learn to appreciate disciplines of love. Earning your respect, or loving it more beyond the mere earn, to show loves energy beyond any battery or electricity!

Loving together these ways, goes beyond any energy crisis! Seen and unseen seen working together with the seek, that's really worth the loving find out! Gossip stays a far off, from love such as this!

Down to the bone, restore me beyond the mere wish dish. Be the water to my seeds, and awake to the new births of love, beyond even the babies! Pick up the waste, to fertilize my soul. Scrub me rather than rub me so called right, into lazy.

Taste the sip, that may have burned my lips, and let me return the loving danger. Vacume the unseen dust of my heart. Hive me up high, with the loving security of disciplines. Raise me up, to go higher, but not so high, I over-do the discipline alone.

Let me dig the empty whole. Let me bury only what love would have our love grow. Weed me out, more alive! Mud love me right! Let me suds love you back. You mow, and I'll trim. You cut, and I'll shave.

You sit-up and I'll have a kiss waiting. You pour and I'll drink. You put love in front of me, and I'll chase it. After I'll chasten you, with a different loving favor, maybe even with more flavor of disciplined love! Soak it up, it's clean and pure to begin with.

Age the wine to become finer. Pure love in it's holy of holy state needs no age to be at it's best. It lets us partake in the work already done, so we can be work-man not ashamed. You fix one car, for the watch, beyond the looks, and allow your son to go from there.

New always has room for more life, with the right disciplines of love! Watch over each-other with disciplines, so when your not there in the body, the spirit of those disciplines of love can move on. Thanks personalities of soul!