MUSING

The mark of a saint is not perfection, but consecration. A saint is not a man without faults, but a man who has given himself without reserve to God. Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.
Nothing is going to change my love for you. You ought to know by now how much I love you, one thing you can be sure of is that am never going to ask for more than your love. If you should leave me now am going to take it like a guiding star to know what is wrong. I will be there if ever you need me, just before, hold me close, love me now, I don’t want to live without you.
Nothing can take the wind out of our sail, the sky may be dark, the days full of uncertainty but at dusk I’m okay if you still got that smile that melts my heart, that velvet voice that tingles in my ears, that soft laugh that rings like melody in my soul, the glitter of your eyes that is the gateway to the soul, the nice curly hair that evokes passion in me. The unthinkable ideas that makes you who you are, a sensation of beauty, splendor and poise!
Hail the queen of my hearts! Her majesty with an enduring crown! So full of grace and candour yet humble like a peasant. What more can I say, you make my world spin too fast that I fear for my poor heart! What have I done to deserve this rare privilege? Indeed you are beautiful inside, ethereal and esoteric in nature, shining outside, you can do no wrong if you will cease from man and look above to the one who is able to save and love forever---Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour.