Lady Candice
Leah
Ah! The saints
amongst us! Indeed! And, a very few actually be angels! Yes! Angels!
Sacred
Reality-Fantasy in logic simply cannot be
Dawns each
infant morn, Greater, I Love Thee
So
many days I love thee true. Too many days, not near enough. Yet in the awesome
wonders there, upon this land I treasure dear, the sights and sounds and magic born
each light of day with which I be just once more blessed, thee, my love, before
my eyes and in this heart, forever more. That special one that God did make for
all who know to see the goodness of and in and for, can such beauty live among
only mortal souls while glow celestial light of Grace, illuminate that sacred
path that we may see to follow onward, into belief and faith, to emulate an
angel and so, perhaps to glimpse the very face of God?
Amazing
be the talents bestowed to make all challenge seem so easy to accomplish,
without complaint nor selfish thought, always for another, always and forever.
Though
the Deity’s endowments on such as I be slight, if at all, He saw fit to bless I
with the luck of one who is forever given that and those which he may need at
that one appointed hour; such, Sweet Angel, was His kind blessing on I, with
thee. Undeserving I may be, indeed, but, never ungrateful nor un-appreciating
of fine virtue bestowed. Behold I, the greatest gift in heaven’s kingdom---Love!
Thank
You, my dear Lord! Amen! Amen!
No
human kind could on the water walk, save One. But, many fly and dance and sing
in harmony to the desires and needs of those they hold close and dear. Those
born to greatness in this life to share their understanding of the world and
for the love, unselfish and without condition, to each so blessed to know a
saint, and, better, to love an angel.
Accomplish
much mere mortal man might claim
Perfect
perform it all, shown pure white candle flame
For
what an angel lives is not some phantom game
Each
gesture breath for another’s tempest tame
If
saved am I, because my heaven-angel came
And,
how do thee I love? More each day, though such may not seem possible. Not added
could the raindrops which the oceans contain, nor all the air in God’s blue
sky, not even the eternal universe foretell, the expansion of my love for thee,
my Angel, Sweet.
Happy Birthday!
Angel-dear, my wife, my best friend, my Love. Happy Birthday!
I Love Thee,
Lady Candice Leah!
Sir Carl Edward
May 8, 2011
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