To my lover, my Jesus.

My Jesus! You love me as a husband loves his wife. I am intoxicated by you, as you are me. May your love be all I every need. I relinquish my soul to you and give you my heart freely, for you have given me yours. May I drown in your eyes of beauty, and your love for me. You created me, and yet, love me more then the stars in the sky you have called by name. I thank you for the pleasure that fills up the void in my soul destined for oblivion, until you rescued me; my knight in shinning armour. To you, I give the glory. I cherish you, my father, lover, and spirit.

"A king was travaling upon an acient road, that led to a field, and he stumbled upon a newborn baby. A baby with its cord still attached, and laying in her life's blood. He, unlike everyone else who passed by that day, picked her up. Her blood stained His hands, and yet he did not care. He took her back to His palace, and clothed her, and nourished her. For she had been abandoned, a daughter of a prostitute, who cared nothing but her own flesh. The child was placed in the care of a noblewoman, who lived in a quaint cottage outside of His kingdom. Occasionally He would come and check on the girl, to make sure His treasure was being kept polished."

" 16 years had passed, and the girl grew up to be a beauty of spirit and face. It had become the day that the King should check up on His child, that had become a woman. As He saw her face, He was intoxicated by her beauty. She was a creation of worth. A baby who had been abandoned by a prostitute, and left to die, had become the favorite of the King. He swept her off her feet, and announced it was time. A wedding was planned, for the King finally had His bride. After much patients, and love, He had His love. They loved each other forever and ever, and still live today. For you are the princess, that had been abandoned, and had captured the King's heart. A Cinderella, born from ashes, has been made into a princess." - Lisa Bevere, Kissed the Girls and Made them Cry