Creator

My dear child, 

I thought of you

before time existed or

darkness was created.

Before there was dirt

beneath your feet and

Earth before your eyes,

I knew you,

and I loved you

as I love you now,

so deeply it is unfathomable.

They will tell you

I hate you. Lies. 

As I took Adam's

rib for Eve,

you were in my mind's eye.

I saw you;

I created you,

with your carefully designed body,

curves, corners, and lumps,

and your soul so deep.

I know you well.

You are my child, dear one,

and I love you through eternity. 

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