"It feels nice sitting here with you.." mumbled the bride after taking the Lord's Supper. She was recording a Love Letter in which she expressed a finest pleasure. Love Letters she wrote were filled with love and so she felt it from her heart. She became relaxed sitting down by window observing the early day. Every word she wrote in the letter showed expressions of divinity to portray holiness and a never-ceasing love. She thought of her Lover God with her mind, and in her soul were the response of sighs. The soft winds moved the wind chimes that they bumped up against her house and ringing sounds noised the quietness. However, the ticking clock made a distraction as she wrote her letter of love. The hour upon the clock gave the wrong hour of time. It caused her to write; "There is a ticking clock that has the wrong hour, I know that time will be no more; only eternity will commense and You have no measure of time." She watched the candle flames as they scented the light of room with sweetness and ended her timely letter with. . .
