If you will search my face, you will see I have imperfections. My face exudes the story of many failed aspirations and dreams, my eyes tell the tales of hurt and deceit from the past, of heartbreaks and loneliness, but look closer and you will recognize they also tell of beautiful landscapes and places I experienced and also the joy of seeing my newborn babies. My ears may have heard the cries and moans of those devastated by death of a loved one, of disturbing remarks made by men on this site, they may have heard the cruel things said by someone I loved, but if you will look closer, my ears also have heard the cries of my two newborn babies years ago, of the beautiful love songs that are still lost in my mind, and the words "I love you" were heard so many times. These things will never be forgotten. My hands have changed many a diaper, prepared many a meal for my family and patted many a grieving soul, but I loved every bit of it. I no longer have the perfect body I once had, but it is still free of pain and disease and I am thankful to God for that. I am longing once again to see the face of the one I am to fall in love with, feel his imperfect face with my imperfect hands, hear what sweet nothings he whispers into my ears and the perfect kisses he places on my imperfect lips. My hands long to be held again by the perfect yet imperfect man who chooses to fall in love with an imperfect woman, but yet recognizes that one with imperfections may just be the perfect one to make him happy. Loneliness can be replaced with perfect happiness, perfect sweet nothings can take the place of past remarks, and perfect love can take the place of any and all imperfect things from the past by the one man that God has perfected for me. Perfection is in the eye of the beholder....

IT IS EASIER TO NAIL JELLY TO A TREE THAN FIND THE GUY THATS RIGHT FOR ME.