The One

"Some call it fate, some call it attraction, some call it love and others call it fatal attraction..."

Here is my "wish list", for the future Mrs. T.G. Mitchell:

1. High Priority – No Exceptions


God must be number one in her life.
Be responsible for her own walk with God and strive for increase daily.

2. Mannerisms

Be fluent in her speech.
Have a cute laugh.
Have prominent and memorable facial expressions.

3. Traits

Have a great sense on humour.
Be very open and able to speak her mind.
Stick up for herself when she feels she is being mistreated.
Be able say “no” whenever she wants or feels she needs to.
Rarely answer rhetorical questions.
Be self-motivated and confident of her direction in life.
Not be addicted to any substance at all. Non-Drinker / Non-Smoker.
Not overly argumentative.
Refrains from submissive passivity.

3. Character

Have a heart for children.
Be very intelligent.
Be athletic or enjoy sports.
Be loving and enjoy being shown affection.
Give and be prepared to receive quite a bit of physical attention.
Not too attached to her family.
Have good general knowledge.
(NEW!) Does not lean on random men, for emotional support.
(NEW!) Has only best friends, that are female.

4. Physical

Dark hair.
Nice eyes (shape and colour).
Be accentuated by an attractive smile.
Shorter than me.
Nice hands.
Well-maintained hair.
Very good dress-sense, style and taste.
Not be unhealthily over or under weight.

5. Personal Requirements

Be able to understand my sense of humour.
Understand that I like to be relied upon and like to spoil people.
Be outgoing/bubbly around me.
Let me know she is safe periodically.

A Poem, To Let Go:

I bequeath to you your own heart,
You may take it if you wish.
Don't take me for a fool now,
It's weight I soon will miss.

The truth be gone so far now,
It's vacant in the past.
I hope you see the troubles die,
Or the haunting too will last.

Let loose your eerie dogs of war,
Run straight towards your breath.
For a man who shields his very heart,
From you, he'll strangle death.

It's poison that beckons me now,
Poison from which I turn.
My lonely heart can love once more,
Thereafter shall it burn.

Your choice not made, your heart untrue,
I feel it beating in my chest.
It longs to go, to be freed at last,
Released for it's own best.

A heart unclaimed, not obligated,
Makes a true and honest vow.
It chooses what it wants most,
And changes for that now.

Change is good, oft misunderstood,
At first it seems so daunting.
Sacrifice, honour and integrity,
Seen well beyond it's warnings.

A heart that gets chosen, is still a heart,
Capable of choosing once again.
Forever lost, on most selfish pursuits,
Is a heart worth losing, and then.

If you are to come to me,
Make true your humble confession.
Write it down, write on your heart,
Never call truth in to question.

Burn bridges, make amends,
Wherever that should be.
Look to rain, for as it falls,
It's efforts fill the sea.

I need a woman, at my side,
A woman worthy of her name.
Not a girl, a selfish princess,
Only capable of the game.

Change is growth, much later known,
As gold beneath a valiant sea.
She'll change herself, by herself,
For God and good, not just for me.

Her heart will be His, this I know,
I understand my contract, gold.
My access to her heart, through His,
My only access to hold.

So, take your heart, take it now,
Forget not my words and voice.
There is wisdom, somewhere inside,
Use them, to make your choice.

-- By Timothy Mitchell

A Poem, for a Perfect Heart:

A friendship quite sudden, hope that is building…
Wandering connection, a union was stirring.
Time knows no end, for eternity's song…
Waiting and watching, feels frightfully long.

Each day that passes, each moment of growth…
Time not forgotten – nostalgic and close.

Nearer to future, time drifts away…
A day's length alive, is still just a day.

A moment of being, a life that's been lived in…
Seems rather pointless, without you therein.
I relinquish my issues, to my God of Mercy…
His Grace is sufficient, to fully complete me.

I may be erratic, I may just seem broken…
It's just that this time, I'm not being controlling.
As I am helpless, God shows Himself strong…
I cannot relinquish, yet still try to hang on.

I've handed this friendship, and heart to My Saviour…
I know I can trust you – through trusting my Maker.
A lifelong investment, and I'll be investing…
No dividend returns, refunds or anything.

So this is me saying, that I'm here regardless…
Of any metaphorical, obstacle or hinderance.
I know you're amazing, because I've seen your heart…
I know what's required, and that is a start.

For moments in doubt, I know how to find you…
In the arms of my Maker, in His Heart of Truth.
So I'm just going through Him, or I'll fall apart…
The only way to yours, is through His Perfect Heart.

-- By Timothy Mitchell