The most precious thing in this world is love between a man and woman. Finding a Queen or King as a companion is something far greater than material riches: It is the honey and nectar of The Gods, it is truth, it is peace – it is the divinely sacred ordinance to which all Love is born – perpetual and without end.
As men and women we should seek a companion to take into the sacred gates of Heaven – Even a temple of God.
Temples come in many shapes and forms, Latter-day Saint Temples in particular.
The willingness of our Savior to give his life – that we as men and women may live again – is without purpose if not for eternal covenants.
As a faithful soldier who has partaken of the covenant and have found a Queen worthy of such Celestial ordinances is often beyond my capacity to enjoy.
Not because of my wife but because of my own iniquity.
I have committed all of the 7 deadly sins – and yet an Angel cometh unto the aid of an Evil Man.
The facets of my mind have been tested to the outer limits and I have faced the fiery darts of the adversary and findeth no peace. My heart hurts as I mourn for those who have not been found worthy of such a loyal and faithful wife:
Who Am I therefore that deserve such a sweet blessing – a wife so true, willing to do all that I ask, willing to suffer with me hand-in-hand the afflictions of the world?
She is a Queen, a true Queen – She has been the answers to all of my prayers – She is my soulmate – she is my eternity – she is my light, she is the light that shineth in darkness and I shall not fear.
Angel's Wings
There once was a has been,
Who sung like a violin,
Gold and Brass,
A sea of Glass.
An Hour Glass of Time –
Gave He God,
Unto a Man with a Heart of Gold,
Tenure and Pleasure was his lust,
The Fairy blessed Her with Fairy Dust,
Regardless of tenure –
She was a must,
Where Ever God sent Him,
In The Lord He Trusts,
As The Big Bad Wolf,
Did Set Upon Him,
He once laughed and Played,
And Yet never Dismayed –
For As The Sands Buried Him Quick,
Thank Goodness,
He was just sick –
He opened the door to tempests,
And All,
Yet still to This day she is the fairest of them All.
Lord Neb, Came to her aid,
and Quickly Laid –
A Yellow Brick Road,
Yet truth Be told,
Her name was not alice,
For there was no Guile or Malice,
She is the Beautiful Queen,
Of My Dreams –
Queen and King,
Don’t forget to Sing…
Twinkle, Twinkle, But afar…
Jafar and Jasmin,
Once upon a time,
Wherever there is a…
Nursery Rhyme:
You will find Ane & Father Time
or Happily Ever CRAFTer…