Christmas Eve - Heartfelt Poetry and Prose

I doubt you are reading this on the eve of Christmas, but nevertheless, merry christmas, darling.

I wrote you a poem on my drive home today.  It's cheesy and sappy and probably really bad, but I hope you accept it as a token and offering of my heart towards you and yours, even before we have begun our approach to romance together.  I love you.

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Everything created
has it's own hue.
There's one thing I know,
know this truly, I do;
my one favorite color
is the color... of you."

You are my eye's delight; in whom I re-discover my passion and continue my soul's longing and walk further towards and into Christ and his Life.  I long to lead you even now, as I desire for our souls to walk hand in hand on this cold road towards heaven on earth.  Sometimes the road will be wintry, love.  I will find myself discouraged, and weak; I will not forsake you.  I will not forsake you.  Even if we slip on the ice of life's troubles, and our hands are no longer grasping each other's, I will neither leave you nor forsake you.  I'd rather die than lose you.  If we fight, love, I will not give up or abandon our relationship.  I won't escape into the woods of busyness or other forms of separation.  I love you, and I long to learn how to communicate with you.

I have very little doubt in my mind that I want to serve the Lord in our family by adopting.  Sorry, was that a little off-topic? *wink* I know, I'm like that sometimes.  But in all seriousness, I want to adopt.  I don't know what exactly that means, but I have a surety about it that I don't get about many things.  Last time I had this level of gut feeling confidence was when God drew me to youth ministry.  It was even that same kind of backhanded realization.  It was pretty funny.  If/when we adopt, we should adopt from the "unwanted list" no matter where we adopt from; I want to care for children that others don't care about.  As Christ did, so can we.  And we can change the world of the people around us through that love.

Have I mentioned I love you yet?  I do.  I adore you.  I can't even explain how my feelings for you are.  Partially because we are not married as I write this.  I swear to you, love, that these aren't hapless words written to a nebulous image of a wife in my brain; these are for you, beloved.  I love you. Deeply. Desperately.  Longingly.  Patiently.  I love you.