Precious

For I want you to know how precious she is to me.

How precious is that whom you hold in your hand.

Better than gold.

More refined than silver.

More elegant than the finest robe.

More precious than the most beautiful flower.

For she is so precious to me.

This is what precious looks like.

Is this not the name I have given her.

Precious.

To be valued more highly than any other.

To be treasured above all.

For in her I have placed my glory.

It shines from her face when she looks at you.

It glistens like the sun when she smiles.

Her joy lights up your world.

Whenever you sit their pondering all that you have lost.

Ponder that I have given you all that is most precious to me.

Embrace the fullness of her presence.

Embrace the love, the gift of such love, the power of presence of such love.

To have and to hold from this day forward, is that not your favourite word?

The love of mystery, the mystery of love.

For this is what my love looks like.

For I value not that which is material.

I value that which cannot be described, yet is more tangible, more valuable, more powerful than anything you can possess.

The coming together was foretold from the beginning.

The two becoming one.

The power of the one, with the other, mixed together to form something new, a monument to my glory.

For you shall bear witness to my love.

For I have loved you with an everlasting love.

For it is my goodness and kindness that leads to transformation.

For that which you hold is transformative.

For you have no words to describe it, yet your love, your beloved, demonstrates my love to all.

I think you need to write a third book. First Freedom, second Intimacy, third Love.

For I will give you the words to say.

For in the volume of the book it is written of me.