Somewhere, Someday, Somehow (sonnet)

Somewhere out there is there a man, like me,
Who seeks a mate to complement his soul.
Somewhere out there is someone who could be
The other half of me to make a whole.
Somewhere out there could be just the someone
I've never met, but yearned for all my life.
Someday perhaps, my loneliness all done,
I'll take my place as someone's cherished wife.
Somehow, maybe, God's will includes a mate,
A character that just might match with mine.
Someday, perhaps, if it is not too late,
I'll find the man for me, by God's design.
Somewhere, someday, somehow, if it's to be,
I'll find the one that God's prepared for me.

Today's Comics

It's kind of funny, boys "grow up" into men, but they are often still "thoughtless, worthless clods, insensitive and crude.  They're just like little children - annoying, loud and rude, with hearts as hard as concrete and brains as dense as lead."  Apparently, the whole "growing up" process doesn't affect them all that much . . .

That one is basically self-explanatory, and boy can I relate.  But if I hadn't ever gotten married, and if I hadn't stayed, I wouldn't have my wonderful children . . . and I wouldn't trade them for the world!