You were my monument of beauty, a paragon to be admired by all, the epitome of magnificent splendor, an object of admiration, a pinnacle of praise. Baby girl, you were my delight, specially crafted and adorned with grace. I filled your heart with love, laced it with mercy, and finished it off with kindness. Your eyes were made to reflect my joy and your smile was given to be shared with others, to lift a broken spirit, and calm a troubled mind. My lady, I gave you a listening ear, welcoming arms, and mercy’s touch. Your body was made to house my spirit as a tabernacle, a place where I would be pleased to dwell. When I finished working on your interior, I saw that you were naked and needed to be clothed, so I rubbed fragrant oils into your skin. I gave you expensive and beautifully embroidered clothing and sandals made of the finest leather. I gave you lovely jewelry—bracelets, a beautiful necklace, earrings, and a lovely crown for your head. You ate the finest foods—flour, honey, and olive oil—and became more beautiful than ever. You looked like a queen and so you were! Then I passed by you after a while and saw that you were old enough for love. I spread my cloak around you, declared my marriage vows to you, and you became mine. Your fame soon spread throughout the world on account of your exquisiteness because the glory I bestowed on you perfected your beauty.
Then, you thought you could get along without me, so you trusted instead in your fame and beauty. You gave yourself to every man who came along; your beauty was theirs for the asking. You even used the beautiful things I gave you to lure more men, forgetting all about me and how much I loved you and still do. In all the years of running around, you never gave thought to me or the days long gone by when you were nothing, or to how I found you and made you into the paragon you turned out to be. Now I could have have given you what you deserved because you have taken your marriage vows lightly by breaking our covenant; yet I will keep my covenant with you and not turn away from you. If only you would remember me and return to me. I want you to wash yourself clean. I hate the smell of other men on you. Wear the fine garment you wore on the day we took our vows; pour the sweet-smelling oil on your body and wear the perfume I gave you long ago. Then return home to me and I will forgive you, for I have always loved you, my lady. My heart goes out to you for the pain you are going through and I want to put an end to that misery. I love you dearly, my lady love. Come back home to me, for this is where you belong.
To every woman out there in a broken relationship or marriage, or going through divorce, I pray you take solace in the fact that God loves you more! Happy Valentine!
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