Letter to My Beloved

Dear love,

I long to see you with all that I have

But yet I don't even know how to drive

Maybe I will send this message through a dove 

I hope with that you will understand my letter before I arrive.

I want to share with you what my eyes have seen

And my prayer is that you get what it is suppose to mean. 

I received a message from my friend and another friend. 

About all that is the latest relationship trend.

Brokenhearted they were, with no contriteness or spiritual implication. 

It was your specie that placed them in that situation.

I asked myself, does it have to be that way? 

Each one of us set in anguish on who to pay. 

Then I heard of another love hub

I was excited to meet them because they never go to the pub. 

Two God fearing couples, Sheila and Jean

Their tablet of battle and victory was all so clean.

"Are you ready for the turbulence that lies ahead?"

"We will eat them up together like bread!"

They happily said with love's bell. 

Last time I heard, 

they were eating arguments and pain at the brink of a break up.

Looks like Romeo and Juliet taught them well. 

 

Beulah and Gregg seemed more promising

Because Gregg was more matured and God fearing. 

He claimed the call of God was upon his life

along with dreams of making her his wife

But Beulah's heart desired something more secular. 

Just to say hi to Jesus every morning and not live with Him in His house.

"You two look great together!! ", others said

"I will be restricted" was now her alibi to bail out. 

"Things fall apart" played as their love story's sequel.

I was greatly disturbed at the hearing of such a romantic tragicomedy. 

May be that was the only remedy

But my heart was fogged with heaviness.

Some say it was notes of advice from her friends

Others claimed that it was a book on self love 

her counselor read to her mind without knowing her desires. 

I sought to balance the knots 

with Archibald and Achila's bond 

and finally see where lies the faults

Achila was quite modest  and matured in her mind

Archibald on the other hand was not so much refined

But she loved him anyway and chose to stay

Never seeing the value of a love so persistent as a torrent, 

Archibald forgot the value before the dawn of dusk. 

He sentenced Achila to a prison of betrayal and dishonor she did not deserve

And she died to love in serving her sentence.

Dear love, 

Many sad endings pummeled my heart into  oblivion

I wondered if I actually desired any communion 

And I forgot that I held a certain pavilion 

That the Lord has given me dominion

And convictions of love awakened in me from Zion

That if God is love, then He alone can teach me how to love you best.

So love me back from God so your mind can rest.

I have obligations to the Father 

So help me so we can go farther

We  might have to try harder

But only both of us will make it better

Let me have your heart with me and I know I will prosper beyond margins

Forsake me and God will help me move on with another.

Only God can teach you to love me with my shortcomings.

I hope you receive my letter with warm regards from my heart to you, my darling.