i found this on a friends blog and they had " borrowed " it from someone else i thought it was so very true and i just added the end to it so please don't think that i wrote this as i didn't
*~Two Made One~*~
And it was written that He would be soft
of voice and kind of smile...
Forgiving and loving, caring and tending to her needs, wants, and desires...
Warm and gentle, He would give to her of
Himself, showing her the Way...
His Way, forsaking all Others, the One to whom
she belonged, heart and body, mind and soul...
He would soothe, with open hand, the pains
and bruises of her life...
Tending the Garden of Roses of her being, bequeathed
to Him with Collar worn...
And it was written that she would be warm
of heart and tender of soul...
Kneeling at His feet to surrender herself to His
every wish...
Soft and supple, she would give to Him of
herself, accepting and following the Way...
His Way, forsaking all Others, the One to whom
she belonged, heart and body, mind and soul...
She would see, with open eyes, her nature,
the fact of her submission...
And embrace her own self willingly and
with open arms, giving to Him her Garden...
And accepting His Collar alone,
she would know His happiness...
This is Written...
Never undone...
Know these things for Truth...
And it was written that He would be strong
of will, and Master first, of Himself...
Strong in His faith and belief that He alone
controlled her destiny...
Accepting of His charge to maintain the Love and
trust so willingly placed at His feet...
Gently, tenderly guiding her on the Path He has
chosen, praising her every step...
His affection the fuel for the raging inferno
of her desire to please...
His touch, His words, His smile the only
reward she seeks...
And it was written that she would be humble
yet proud of her place at His feet...
Gladly following in His footsteps, the warmth of
His shadow falling upon her every moment...
Eyes downcast, she would see the reflection of His
smile as His words of soft praise filled her mind...
Meek and mild, gentle as a lamb, she would feel the
radiance of His Love wash over her soul...
Seeking only His praise, she would bend and sway
with the Winds of Fate, chosen by Him...
Striving to grow and change, flourishing in His guidance, accepting His commands, she will sprout wings and fly...
His touch the joy that gives her flight
His breath the wind upon which she soars...
This is Written...
Never undone...
Know these things for Truth...
And it was written that He would not
be blind to her faults and failings...
Forever honest in His desire to shape
her to His own Perfection...
He would be iron of will and unbreakable
of purpose, clad in His resolve...
Steadfast, never wavering in His conviction
He would close His fist in admonishment...
His punishment swift and severe, He
closes His own pain away...
His tears forever unshed as He wails within His
heart at her cries rending the silence asunder...
And it was written that she would forever
seek to please and obey Him...
Consumed by her purpose, always to grow
and change at His direction...
Honest with herself, and most of all with Him,
she would know and admit of her failures...
Seeking not to avoid His retribution, she would
instead accept and cherish His gift...
Never to slip into despair, she would know and
be aware of His hurt, hundredfold of her own...
Begging on bended knees His forgiveness, she
would willingly, yea, even eagerly, accept His
correction...
Shedding her tears, crying out her pain and anguish, she would feel His loving touch in every stroke of the
whip...
This is Written...
Never undone...
Know these things for Truth..
And it was written that He would be wise
and intelligent, knowledgeable in the ways of the
world...
Forever seeking to grow and learn
maintaining His trust and responsibility...
Granting to her the answers she seeks
always curious to learn...
He would foremost forever seek to learn
about Himself, His wants and needs...
He would listen, and seek the answers to His
own questions, learning how best to care for her...
Given freely, of herself, to His care, belonging
to Him, He would know all of her, as well...
And it was written that she would be forever
curious and innocent, in the manner of a child...
To grow and learn, she would be
unafraid to ask questions of Him...
Secure in her belief and strong in her faith
that He, her Lord, would answer...
Truthfully and willingly granting to her that
most sought-after of prizes: the prize of Knowledge...
In her devotion, she would seek to learn
of Him, His every desire her very life...
Quick to ask of His wants and needs
she would listen and dutifully obey...
Forever learning anew of Him and herself
her curiosity unbounded, never ceases...
This is Written...
Never undone...
Know these things for Truth...
And it was written that He would accept
her unto Himself, bound body and soul for Eternity...
Giving of His life and Love to her, He would
take her burdens upon His own shoulders...
Releasing her so that she might grow
and stand tall, proud to serve Him...
And He would know Trust, both
given and received...
Forever to be the beginning and the ending,
both the Alpha and the Omega of her soul...
He would cherish her for who she is, binding
His Soul to hers, two made One...
And it was written that she would give
herself unto Him, bound body and soul for Eternity...
Taking of His life and Love to her, willing giving
herself over to His unbridled bondage...
Belonging to Him and Him alone
she would know peace and joy...
Finding happiness Eternal in the warmth
and comfort of His arms...
Knowing serenity, she would kneel
at His feet with downcast eyes...
Accepting the long-desired chains of submission
she would find freedom at last...
And she would cherish Him for who He is, binding
her soul to His, two made One...
This is Written...
Never undone...
Know these things for Truth.
How i wish there was a Master out there who felt this way about me, Who would allow me to give this wonderful gift of submission to Him and only Him. There is nothing sadder than a submissive without a Master to guide and love her. To give her purpose, a reason to exist, a reason to just be.