Who is God to take you away from me? I wonder, does your God love you as much as I do? Do you love your God more than me? No, impossible. You don't look nearly as enraptured kneeling before the altar in prayer as when you are on your knees before me. You say your heart is filled with nothing but God's grace, but I recall you enjoying being filled by other things that would be sinful in His eyes. There is not a place in your heart, your soul, or your body that I have not touched, my beloved. I claim them, every part of you that you will allow me.
I challenge God for your devotion. Maybe that makes me a devil, but I care not. Worship something more tangible than Him, the way I worship you, mon ange, ma déesse.









