Romancing Sinners With Grace

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

The story I'm about to tell you is a story about a love story, a love story of how Grace is romantic, and how she has captivated me with her beauty.
Over two years ago I fell madly in love with a woman, her hair was brunette and long and beautiful, her eyes were bright and her voice was sweet like honey; she moved her body like a rose dancing in the wind, and her heart was as sweet as sugar. We romanced through the summer, dancing to no music, and laughing to no jokes. Our love was unbreakable, or so it seemed, we were the sweetest of couples. For nearly a year we were together, we boasted in each others love, and were the couple that everyone was jealous of, I've never felt more alive.
Until one day, I left her, her beauty was still mesmerizing, and her ways still lovely, but I for some reason found beauty in other living. I left her to herself, her love for me never left, but I didn't care, I wanted to do things alone. I cheated on her, lied to her, and went my own ways. I dated other girls whose beauty was fake, and their love was conditional, I never felt love the way I did with Her.
What I didn't know was that the entire time I was betraying her, breaking promises I made to her before, and being a scum I never was, she continued to love me. Her love for me was so great, she never took another lover, she waited, and waited, and in her heart knew I would come back and one day be together again.
An entire year pasted that we were separated. I had been with many other lovers, I was broken, I became an addict, I smoked, I was a mess, and she was still as beautiful as ever. I came to a point were I was broken, I was alone, and I missed love. I felt shame and never thought She would ever want to be with me again. I cried for days in my bed, missing Her, and wanting Her back.
It came to the point where I was so broken that I had nothing to lose, I called her, and before I knew it she was standing in front of my door. I opened the door and there she was, crying with her gorgeous smile stretching from ear to ear. Her hair was messy, yet elegant, it appeared as if she dropped everything She was doing to come see me. I began to apologize for everything when She embraced me and told me to hush. I could feel her tears dripping down her cheek onto my shoulder and I held her as tight as I could.
She didn't let me go for hours, and She repeated these words over and over again; "I love you sweetie, I always will, no matter what you do." We wept in each others arms for hours, and She showered me with sweet kisses and we discussed how we would spend the rest of our lives together.
Her name is Grace, and she has saved my life, and she will always be my lover.

God Bless