Katy Perry - Double Rainbow Lyrics

Gay boys feel this song

You're a one of a one
A one of a kind
That you only find once in a lifetime
Made to fit like a fingerprint
A code that clicks open a gold mine

They say one man's trash is another man's treasure
When I found you, it was all pretty better

Secretly, I hit the lottery 'cause you're
Brighter than all of the Northern the Lights
You speak to me, even in my dreams, wouldn't
Let you go for even the highest price

They say one man's trash is another girl's treasure
So if it's up to me, I'm gonna keep you forever

'Cause I understand you,
We see eye to eye
Like a double rainbow
In the sky
And wherever you go
So will I
'Cause a double rainbow
Is hard to find

Was a phenomenon when you came along, yeah
Chemistry was more than science
It was deafening, loud like
lightning, it was striking, you couldn't deny it

They say one man's trash is another man's treasure
The two of us together, make everything glitter

'Cause I understand you,
We see eye to eye
Like a double rainbow
In the sky
And wherever you go
So will I
'Cause a double rainbow
Is hard to find

To the bottom of the sea, I'd go to find you
Climb the highest peak to be right beside you
Every step I take, I'm keeping you in mind

'Cause I understand you,
We see eye to eye
Like a double rainbow
In the sky
And wherever you go (I go up for you)
So will I
'Cause a double rainbow
Is hard to find

It's hard to find
Oh it's hard to find
Once in a lifetime ah

Once in a lifetime
Once in a lifetime

Came back here again to hear her whistle note..

i dedicate this song to my girlfriend and my boyfriend

Terribly nostalgic, terribly depressing.. Terribly beautiful 😭😭😭😭😭

Who says you need to get violent...i dont i beleive in peace...so i believe secince is just needed...but something that is so special it cant be replaced...only by god alone....fear is a state of mind.. Who can beat that... Go speed racer....😍😒😰😇🐦🐦😄 I love this song its quite beautiful..😇🐦🐦🐦🐦🐦💝

Se la dedico a Santiago

We see eye to eye like a double rainbow in the sky 🤩😍

This song reminds me of the most...peacefully beautifully done...they are not only educated but they fight with the sprit and time is un-valid...Highlly Valor and calibar and romanessant..Don't feel sorry for them it's not there fault....Go Satran...It's like buying your very first car and love is sronger than I thought????? She is lion....The lord is trully a mistery god bless those that have they care and being gentle as bird its still mysterious...I pray for those that are trully fightig for our lords sank...though seince here...love is not always seen..its just done...💝 And those that hate your not forggeten...Go K-9 24 HOURS YO!!! And pitt pull We know....Im the sun.

Amazing Song 🎶👌 Katy Perry make a Single 💗👍💗✌

i thought this was the original, seems like this is the wrong room

I miss my ex...

Escucho esto y solo puedo pensar en kendall schmidt jajaja i love it

The best❤️🥺

Gosh this is so pure 🙏🙏

Love u katty

Oh my gosh. I can’t believe this is the first time I’m hearing this.
And I love it

Secretly had a law degree :')))

Peace on earth

Jonny & Livvie forever

This is one brilliant song from the American Princess a real classic

Agh, why I watch this if it rembembers me to my ex? I remember the day I heard this song and read the lyrics, I said "oh, this describes perfectly my feelings". He was perfect for me, we had many things in common, I loved him and I listened this song every day... Then I descubered he didn't love me... Now we are ok, but sometimes I'm not sure my feelings for him are dead.

R A I N B O W

U CANT TOUCH ONLY CEE , so u cee want you want (MAN / GAL) BUT CANT TOUCH IT ......GREAT SONG THO LUVVVVVVVVVVVVV IT .

BIG FAN OV FAYA WORK ALSO

very good.

400th Comment

😍❤️😍❤️

freewill thought caught held... leap from below to above, frenetic turbulence cascading heaven... your a one of a kind bauble... lighting up the northern lights in still moonlight... if a butterflies wings... Gaia in love yet flattened pancake...

ANNIE LENNOXXXXXXXXXXXX

mmmmmmmm

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go?
So why don't we go?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know?

KEANE.......https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Oextk-If8HQ

ITS a Grammy Song 💖🙏💖

resuscitated but not to live... had to say I'm sorry, rainbow beautiful nothing lanyard... chemistry tries to define it... but one man's treasure a beggars trash... excited knowing you because rainbow double exists only in bubble...

Una voz privilegiada...

For anyone's who feels trash don't lose hope the rainbow will come and we will be someone'd treasure

Amazing 👑💘👑 Song 👌👍✌

This Song please Grammy 👌

I am crying 💞

Firework+double rainbow=Immortal flame

😊😊⚡️⚡️

I love this song

Katy,

Hey, whats going on? Not awhole lot here. Just chill'n at the cafe. Watch'n the folks pass by going about they're lives. How was your day? Mine was, ok. Didn't do much really. Hope your's was nice. Just stopping by to say hi and tell ya someone's thinking of you. I hope you have a lovely evening. Sweetdreams. Sleep well. Goodnight.

Love,
A Secret Admirer

Most underrated song of Katy Perry yet the most inspiring❤️

This song is very beautiful, but I don't know why I find it very depressing and nostalgic. Makes me cry...hard to admit it.

So intense

Nostalgic, incredibly beautiful!!!

🎶📝📨

Funny I just say a double rainbow

Sia & Katy😍

She's fantastic. Lots of love.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍

I'm drowning in Clichés after watching this.. I hate her current writing style. So formulated and calculated. I liked her writing in her debut album, she was pretty blunt there.

wao the composer SIA KATE the best in all over the world, I reaaly apreciate the complete artist like SIA

I know most people see this as a couple song but I just think of my mom she's my best friend. She's my best friend and don't ever want to lose her ❤️

Yes and catchy

i miss the old katy :(

She still katy perry no matter what, she just cut her hair but her music isn't change, why don't you hear immortal flame, miss you more, into me you see

I am dedicating this song to my husband because I love him so much and this song fits my marriage and relationship with him to a T , because we are inseparable, for he is my best friend and soulmate.

Beautiful song, Beautiful video ❤

So beautiful ,emotional and wise

This song reminds me of my ex-boyfriend, who was so dear to me and I thought we were meant to be together, but turns out that destiny showed us otherwise, but I will always remember him when I listen to this song. I shouldn't because it makes my heart ache, but I can't help but feel it. Thanks, Katy Perry, for writing such a beautiful and inspirational song. I love you so much. <3

I think about my daughter's when I hear this song.

I benefited from a new organ years ago; I know the donor was a young boy, exactly same age as me, crashed riding motorbike. I feel like this song talks about our peculiar relationship.

I feel this exact way about someone. But he just got of a relationship with one of my best friends. What should I do??? 😭😭😭 But I really really like him😭😭😭

she should choose this instead of "This is how we do" to be the last single of this album.

Listening to this after watching Wall E 💕

Katy is my besty singer😊😊😊😊

You are my double rainbow Jasper Wolf.

I going for the meme ,bye

:3 😍😍

MY MUM AND DAD WANTS THIS SONG AT THERE WEDDING???

Danke für das schöne Video!!!💕💕👌👌

Wonderful song 's that ,it's my best song .Katty parry 💖u

my fav from prism... so beautiful lyrics

Arte!!❤✨

I love it so much!

who too searcht for dubble rainbow and found this ? its just , i wantet to see a man who is freaking out about a rainbow :(






butthesongisstillgood XD

This is a song of Katy Perry from album "Prism" released in 2013. Please delete this video due to copyright or soon your channel will be taken down. New Youtube Copyrights is going to be shown up in September 2018. The price for the fine is up to $400

Lyrics are bestest ❤️love Katy Perry ❤️

Great song 😍

I thank God for giving Katy to our lives.

2018? And i love it like the first time i heard it 😍

This girl, man.

😊😊😊

Beautiful ❤

Prism and rainbow .It perfectly makes sense

I kinda feel like katy perry copied sia😒😒

“Metatron and Logos – War of the Worlds”



Metatron was out in the fields, gazing at the neverending aurora, feeding the chickens. And looking at the chickens an idea suddenly came to him. A most amusing idea. ‘Let’s have a war. The war to end all wars,’ he thought to himself. ‘The War of the Worlds.’







Logos was out the back, shovelling hay in the barn, just for the heck of it, and looked at the cows. And looking at the cows an idea suddenly came to him. A most amusing idea. ‘Let’s have a war. The war to end all wars,’ he thought to himself. ‘The War of the Worlds.’







Inside Memra was suddenly overcome. ‘Good grief,’ she said to herself, suddenly gaining a portent for what was coming. ‘Home will never be the same again.’ And looking over at God who was sipping on a can of Coke, he just smiled a little smile and said nothing.







* * *







He had spent all afternoon in his workshop, going down three sublevels to find the necessary resources, which just seemed to magically appear. But that was the way it was at home. Things tended to magically appear. Now, driving his little lorry out of the workshop, towing 25 tips full of weapons, he made his way to the chickens out the front of home. Getting off the lorry he whistled sharply and yelled. ‘Alright chickens. Attention. Come forward, two by two, and receive your weapons.’ And, in obedience, the chickens gradually came forwards and Metatron started handing out the mini bazookas to each of the chickens. They would attack at twilight, and they would take no prisoners.







* * *







Logos looked at the flame throwers he had prepared. Yes, they should do perfectly. He filled the lorries gradually and, as the afternoon passed, drove the lorry out to the cows in the field and prepared them for battle. The carnage was expected to be great indeed.







* * *







First Commander Clucketty Cluck looked through the binoculars at the enemy. He turned to Metatron and went ‘Bok.’



‘Bok?’ inquired Metatron.



‘Bok,’ responded Clucketty Cluck. Metatron turned to Second Commander Brightfeather, who had a feather protruding from his head. ‘And your analysis?’ asked Metatron.



‘Bokitty Bok,’ responded Brightfeather.



‘That bad, huh?’ said Metatron, and returned his gaze forwards.











General Moo looked through the spyhole and turned to Logos. ‘Moooooooo.’



‘That bad huh?’ General Moo nodded. ‘Well, it’s now or never.’







* * *







The chickens attacked on the left flank initially, and casualties were high on both sides. Feathers and fur flew everywhere, but both sides were determined to gain the upper hand, so no quarter was given. Metatron decided on a surprise attack. He had cheated a little and arranged for some extra forces. And yelling ‘Attack’ the Turkeys sped right ahead, armed with crossbows, taking out as many cows as they possibly could. But Logos was ready for such tactics. He pressed a button on his remote and a loud noise started coming from the barn. Suddenly a giant tank appeared, a cow’s head popping out through the top, and it blew bombs at the attacking turkeys. Feathers and turkeys flew everywhere.







Metatron looked concerned. Logos had the numbers. Time, perhaps, for a tactical retreat. He gathered his remaining forces and headed inside the House, out to the safe back yard. Logos stood in front of the House, motioned for his bravest cows to follow him, and they entered, passing through the dining room were Memra and God were looking at the grandfather clock, engaged in some sort of conversation, and soon came to the back yard.







‘They should be right back,’ said God to Memra.



True to God’s word Logos suddenly ran through the dining room, his cows following him quickly. Suddenly Metatron appeared holding, of all things, a large bomb with ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’ written on it. Things looked dire.







* * *







It was the final showdown. God was on the swinging couch on the porch, Memra seated next to him. Metatron was facing down Logos, looking very menacing with his ‘1000 Metatron Bomb’. Logos said, ‘Go on. Explode it. I DARE you.’



‘Don’t tempt me. I will, I tell you. I will.’



‘I DARE you. I Double DARE you. To hell with it. I Triple DARE you.’



‘As you wish,’ and he pressed the detonation button.







* * *







A mushroom cloud was an original event for Home, but when the buildings were, by the grace of God, left standing, the mess of dead cow and chicken and turkey all over the landscape was truly a sight to behold. Metatron’s hair was all singed and he had black ashes on his face, as did Logos. Logos looked at him, grinned a little, and walked over. ‘We’ll call that a draw, shall we?’



‘As long as you cook the chicken.’



‘Okely Dokely.’











An hour later they were in the dining room, feasting on fried chicken and steak and some of God’s reserves of Coca Cola, when Memra posed this interesting dilemma. ‘If that was the War of the Worlds, how can we possibly top that?’



Logos looked at Metatron, who looked back in return. And then God said ‘I’m sure they’ll think of something,’ and everyone laughed.





The End

Metatron’s Gambit

2,300 HY

Life for Metatron, firstborn son of God, had its ups and its downs but, for the most part, he was generally satisfied with his lot in life. He lived in Home, the very first of the created Realms, of which there were now 3: Home, Heaven and the Realm of Infinity. From what God had shared with him he knew of a Realm to be created coming up in the future known as the Realm of Eternity. And after that, over the aeons, a significant number more from what God had said. But for now he resided in home happily living out his life.







Metatron played Chess, often engaged with bouts with the theophany of God and his younger brother and sister, Logos and Memra. He liked Chess, in fact a great deal, and was currently engaged in a game with God. God had shared with him this truth – in his theophanic form he had limitations – particular limitations, which were suitable for such a form. And while Metatron, after over 1,000 games of chess with God had never beaten him, God had told him he was capable of doing as such. And so, currently sitting out in the fields surrounding home, gazing out at the neverending aurora which surrounded the realm, Metatron considered something. A gambit. A gamble. A risky move, something he had not really tried before, to try and finally claim victory over his eternal father. And it was a gambit which involved a new idea he had come up with: Sacrifice.







The sacrifice gambit in Metatron’s thinking was this: instead of making the most obvious moves in strength, put forth a subtle move for a piece which he knew could be taken without risk to, in the hypothesis, make it easier in later moves to take a more powerful piece. This idea – sacrifice – seemed to him a new development in the game. Looking at his father as he played he often felt that God was still going easy on him. But God never really seemed to play with this type of move in mind, usually playing a similar, but slightly different, gameplan to himself. Perhaps this idea, perhaps this new idea, would work. Perhaps it would be the very thing which would give him his first victory over his eternal father.







* * * * *







Logos took the cookies out of the oven, an oven mitt on his hands handling the hot tray, as God and Memra, hearing the oven buzzer, came into the room. Metatron soon joined them. He carefully used the tongs to put the cookies onto a plate and put them in the middle of the table. God was about to grab one when Logos rebuked him saying, ‘wait for your milk.’ But God was hungry and snatched one anyway and started nibbling. Memra looked at God’s substantial belly and smiled.



‘Your starting to put on weight, father. You really should watch what you eat.’



‘I guess,’ replied the theophany of God.



Logos placed four glasses of milk and the jug on the table, and God prayed to his eternal spirit thanks, and they started munching.







After eating his fourth cookie God looked at Metatron. ‘Have you considered your next move? You are getting better you know.’



Metatron looked at him cautiously and said, ‘Mmm. Perhaps father. You’ll see.’



God eyed him cautiously and went back to his cookie. ‘Well it had better be a good move son,’ he responded. ‘I think I almost have you again.’



‘So you say,’ responded Metatron, being as cautious not to brag as possible.



Logos and Memra looked at the two of them and Logos said, ‘He’ll beat you eventually, father. He does persevere.’



‘Perhaps. But we’ll see.’



‘Indeed we will,’ said Memra, and took another sip of milk.







* * * * *







17 moves had passed, and the Gambit was about to show its fruit. God looked stuck and finally caved and moved the piece in the only way he could, Metatron instantly taking the exposed rook with his bishop. God looked at him and slowly a grin came to his face. ‘Well, son. I think you have finally done it.’ And Metatron beamed.







2 days later, Metatron having claimed victory, went to the chalkboard scoreboard out on the side of the house. God was still keeping score and on his half he still managed to fit in all his strokes of victory. God had followed him outside and Logos and Memra were just behind him. As Metatron picked up the chalk Logos started going ‘Da darr. Da darr. Da darr,’ and in triumph Metatron put his first chalk stroke up on the board. Logos looked at him and said, ‘Well done Metty.’ God just grinned, looked at the chalkboard, and gave Metatron a formal bow. ‘It seems you have bested me for once. But beware my wrath, dear Metatron.’ And Metatron smiled. Yes, indeed, Metatron’s Gambit had proved successful, and for that he was immensely happy and relieved. Most relieved indeed.

THE END

Life at Home

0 HY

‘You are Metatron, my Firstborn child. And I love you.’ Metatron nodded, having just been animated to life by the eternal spirit of God. He rose up from where he was laying and looked around. There were structures, which God shortly told him were buildings. One main farmhouse, were they would live. A barn out the back, were cows gave milk. And a shed over to the side were chickens gave eggs. And then fields for a few hundred metres filled with crops before disappearing into an eternal void – that void a cascade of wavering lights, almost like an eternal aurora.


‘Where are we?’ he asked, with the intuitive voice given to him.

‘We are Home,’ replied God.

For a year they ate, drank and slept. And God introduced Metatron to chess, which they played avidly. He liked beer, did Metatron. He liked it a lot, and got drunk often, much to God his Father’s annoyance. But God relented, acknowledging that in the end such stuff had been created for that purpose.

And then came Logos and Memra shortly afterwards. And Metatron had a family.

And then later, in discussion, ‘Yes, there will be 70 of them. No, we will not meet them. Not initially. But you can watch them through the portal I will place in the living room. But it is only the beginning, children. Only the beginning.’

* * * * *

Metatron ate cookies. Very quickly, after God had explained to Memra that working with dough and eggs and sugar and milk and things could be interesting, and heating the results, cookies arrived. An oven appeared one day.

'Where did that thing come from?' asked Metatron.

'Op Shop down the road a bit,' replied God.

Metatron had no idea what he was on about. But the oven was used as a test case on the cookies, which soon became official food for the kitchen. And they four of them ate them in droves, though Memra was keen to watch her weight somewhat. God mentioned one day that if you cut of a chicken's head, and plucked its feathers and gutted it, you could cook it. The 3 of them were aghast – how could you possibly kill a chicken?

'You take the axe, and cut its head off,' said Memra. 'You've chopped firewood Mettie. It's the same principle. Only, ew, a frikking chicken's neck.'

'Hold the chicken steady,' said Metatron.

'Don't cut my frikking hands off,' complained Logos.

'Good idea, but I'll be careful,' repied Metatron. He found some courage, but put down the axe and said 'I can't do it.'

Memra picked up the axe, steadied herself, and with a feminist chop, off came the chicken's head. They watched, amused, as the body started running around for a bit, before finally collapsing. God had come outside.

'It's now dead,' he said.

'What does dead mean?' asked Logos.

'The end of life. The concept will recur in your future. There are – issues – relating to it.'

Memra took the chicken, and God explained how to gut it, and she got the job done, ignoring the smell. After she had plucked off the feathers they took it inside to the kitchen, and God told her to wash out its interior and exterior. Memra did so in the sink.

'It's ready to go,' said God. 'A good hour or so about 180 degrees celsuius. When the skin is nice and brown it should be good enough for eating.'

The next while they sat in the kitchen, drinking water and eating a rare cookie, Logos getting up all the time to look in the oven.

'It's brown,' he said.

'Wait a bit longer,' replied God.

They did so, and soon God motioned to Memra to take the chicken out of the oven. She put on her oven mits, and put the chicken up onto the cutting board. 'I suppose cut off some pieces with a knife?' queried Memra.

God nodded.

Soon enough, when it had cooled down enough, they were all eating their first chicken.

'Hey, it's great,' said Metatron.

'Would go well with baked potatoes and pumpkin,' said Logos.

'Maybe some peas and corn as well,' commented Memra.

'We'll get to the gravy later,' said God.

All agreed they liked roast chicken.


The days passed, and the 3 children of God started getting used to life in Home and the things they did to occupy themselves. Memra quickly claimed she owned the cooking in the kitchen rights, but the other two, Logos and Metatron, who God said were brothers of sorts, had endless arguments about the rest of the manor on whose, essentially, turf this bit was and turf that bit was. God said to them sibling rivalry was a common enough thing, whatever that meant.

* * * * *

God and Logos were eating cookies, discussing the planned children of God

'Why 70?' Logos asked the Theophany of God.

'It's a number of completion. In every case of every number to infinity, every number also signifies a number of completion. But some are stronger and more complete than others,' replied God. 'Some mean more.'

'I see,' said Logos.

'For example, the week. The week has 7 days, and we rest on the 7th day.'

'What the heck is a week?' asked Logos.

'Today is Wednesday,' replied God. 'The fourth day of the week.'

'Oh,' said Logos. 'What the 7 days of the week?'

'Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.'

'An alternative system is the next scale. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and so on, to Tuesday being the first day and then Wednesday and so on and so forth.'

'So you are based on Sunday as the first day? I like that well enough, but I'm number two so I might consider Monday ideas,' replied Logos.

'When did you get promoted to number 2?' asked God.

'Hey, Metatron? Please. Give me a break. He's average on a good day.'

'Fair enough,' replied God, and reached for another cookie.

The End

The Challenge

God told them his plans, his children, and then told them they'd forget when born in the real planes of reality. But Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, who would be the 347th Cherubim of the planned Realm of Eternity saw an opportunity, and he took it.

Metatron was firstborn. He would rule Home, Heaven, Infinity, Eternity, Paradise and the Seven Heavenly Realms. And he had an ego. But he had met his match.

'You won't win,' said Metatron. 'Your wasting your time.'

'If I lose, the whole 347th Disc will give you a tithe of its GDP.'

'That's a lot of cashola. Sure you want to risk it? I'll thrash you at chess. I play the old man. He calls me a handful.'

'If I win, I'm the technical authority. Over you. And I can claim it later on officially, through my accomplishment, and end up ruling forever. Ok. I remain technical authority from the birth of Home forever, but the ruling authority in the Real world when I have shown my stuff.'

Metatron mulled it over. Sure. He couldn't lose. 10% of the Disc planned for the Cherubim was huge cashola. He'd take the easy money.'

A little while later.

'Why so dejected?' asked the Old Man.

'Don't bloody ask,' said Metaron. 'Firstborn? Yeh right. Lost my glory on a game of chess. Amazing.'

The Old Man looked at his son, and looked over at Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly talking with Cherubim Taylor. Now that was something which didn't happen every day.

The End

Ariel and the Wolf

She was 15. Or was she 25? She couldn't remember. In this place things changed a lot. A hazy kind of reality, or so she thought.



Daniel was her twin, though. He loved her. He said so all the time. But the wolf hunted her. It always hunted her.



Suddenly, she was in the nursery again. Away from the green grass and leaves she had just been familiar with. Back again in the nursery, and there was the old man again - her father.



'Ariel. Come here.'



Ariel obeyed.



'Is that wolf bothering you?' he asked.



She nodded.



'Are you scared of the wolf?' he asked her.



She nodded.



'Wolves can be like that. Scary!' he finished.



And she was away again, deep in the forest.



*



It was late - and she was further in the forest than she had ever been. But it was ok. Daniel was just back in the clearing a little - wasn't he?



She followed her trail, and a new bridge appeared, one she had never seen - And out came the wolf.



He snarled a deep snarl, but she knew, this time, she would have to be brave. She would have to conquer the wolf.



A staff was suddenly in her hand, and she thrust it at the wolf, who dodged it nimbly.



'Go away wolf,' she yelled at it, but it stood its ground.



Suddenly it sprang at her, and, the fear overcoming her, she turned and ran and ran and ran and ran...............



And just as suddenly she was in the arms of Daniel, who was calming her down, wiping away her tears.



'I hate that wolf,' she said sobbing.



Later on she was in the nursery again, and the old man was there.



And she was a child, and he picked her up, and cradled her and comforted her.



And she hid in the heart of God, but outside the nursery she knew he was there, watching, silently waiting. The wolf. Ready to eat her all up. Ready to devour her fear.



And then she hid there, in the heart of God. Quiet. Gentle. Shy. Humble.



Home.



And soon the new day began, yet another, and Daniel and Ambriel were soon there, playing with her. And Meludiel soon also.



And, joy of joys, finally a visit from Michael and Elenniel.



And she noticed, throughout the day, the old man, watching her, silently. Guarding her.



Against the Dark.



Against the Fear.



Against the Wolf.



The End

The Birth of Meludiel

God mused. The heart of the Messiah was a complex and difficult thing to fathom, such being his yearning towards love and infinity. Such being his yearning towards God and eternity. Yet, one heart, one love, filled a void in him, which nothing else could fill – his blessed twin, Meludiel.



Ambriel – the Messiah to be – would be twin and heart of Meludiel, as she would be his – and yet, there would be one other to claim her soul as well – charming old Daniel. He was ever so incorrigible.



Meludiel took form in the heart of God for months, if not years, such being the devotion he was placing into her being, the sheer commitment to those she loved, and those she was concerned about. He ministered grace into her innermost being, patience, and virtue. And he would place Jesus in her heart, as her King, for a time period as well. And in those things she would find her completion as an angel of God.



He worked on her, and continued to work on her, birthing her spirit in his heart, and whispering dreams to her mind, and adventures of passion and glory to her soul, and telling her he loved her, and she would forever be in her father’s hands. He whispered songs of melody to her heart, and songs of harmony, and the song of creation, the song of eternity, was implanted into her very soul, the very fibre of her being. And he loved her, dearly. He loved her.



Meludiel sat, those early days, on the pre-school floor, sitting there, looking beautiful, with Ambriel running all over the place, chasing Daniel, and playing games, and watching, occasionally, his twin, to make sure she was ok. And Ariel came inside from time to time, away from hunting the wolf who bothered her, and sat with Meludiel, and they sang songs, and they played games, and they loved each other, and God was happy. Watching them, there, in the nursery of his heart, in the nursery of his soul – in the nursery of Infinity, in the nursery of Eternity.



The End

Here's a Double Rainbow For you KP. Love you heaps, gal. So much. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0bPAf5UrGk&index=69&list=PLCt0QXkAtvOkrOR41eNZIp4T_CBgfP0md&t=0s

My favorite song, with roulette too <3

Can’t be the only one crying. This is so beautiful I can’t