A Prophecy Entitled

THE JOY OF MY BELOVED


 

My beloved is the fruit of My heart, a golden apple of mine eye.

My beloved is the breath of a new born.

My beloved is the song of many birds, ascending in praise.

My beloved is the sun through the storm.

My beloved is the caress of a field of flowers.

My beloved is the ocean's variety.

My beloved is the sweetness of honey, on a parched tongue.

My beloved is the grape in full season.

My beloved is the wine of laughter.

My beloved is the spring in a dry desert.

My beloved is the calm of the grass on a warm summer's day.

My beloved is the music of an orchestra.

My beloved is the key in a locked door, opening to an arena of gifts.

My beloved is the core of all that is joyful.

My shining dove, My princess, My queen, You are My beloved forever.

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