Nil hoc verbo Veritatis verius. (Truth Himself speaks truly, or there's nothing true.)

I.

You are my Beloved, Kelly.

Kelly, Kelly. Listen to Me.

I love you. You are my prized possession.

More than that: I love you so very much.

Can't you see?

You look at My Sacred Heart and see

only a refuge.

It is a refuge

but a refuge of love,

for love

for my beloved.

Kelly,

for you.



I love you.

You are My Beloved.

What can I do to show you this?

Listen, oh listen!

Kelly!

I call you My Beloved

and so you are.

You don't know words greater than

Beloved

if you did, I could express myself with them

Oh My Beloved!



Behold! Look! I come!

Running to you,

My Beloved.



Why do you turn from Me?

Do you not love Me?