The first bead of my crystal rosary exalts the moment I carved the initials of your name , it was a pierce of love . It is no coincidence that A is the primary alphabetical letter , just as you are the first bead I touch when I supplicate for The Lord to shield you perpetually. I said it's no coincidence the letter be A. And what a religious fantasy is there in such a letter, I wonder?
In my own anthology of how unprecedented you are , A stands as the symbol for heaven. It is the first of the twenty-six heaven symbols.
Oh love ,if there is anything that this small bead shall contain, it is the repetition of your name in reverie . If I know any task other than paying homage to you , it is then a blasphemous act. I let my fingers pass away in counting the blessings of your love. Oh dearest of all, the possessor of my whole entity, Lord bless you all.
I feel that prayer is the only way given me for saying what my love for you wishes to be. Your face is as beautiful as an apocryphal gospel to look at and "make believe" in.
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Counting Beads
RomanceYour name is each bead in my rosary . An eternal bliss, bless . A sacred prayer protecting me . In each bead resides a moment of us being one and under the total intoxication of ultimate platonic passion I inscribed my words.
