I love You.
Three words, eight letters, two spaces, one period,
An eternal impossibility.
Or so it was.
Why do so many live as if it were still unfathomable?
Your love is true; therefore, my own.
Draw me close, Father, and meet me.
“And Mary said, ‘Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.’ And the angel departed from her.”–Luke 1:38