Sheryl, my rose, please be my wife

Sheryl Ruthven,

I would be the happiest man on the planet if you'd become my wife. I remember the first day I saw you in  Our Lady of Lajas church in Medellin, Columbia. You looked like an angel, standing at gates of Eden and I knew that I had taken a vacation that would forever change my life. Since then I have come to know the person that you are, and truly you are as angelic as you look. When we traced the footsteps of Christ in Israel, I envisioned you as the bride of Christ and I imagined some day you would be with me forever. When we re-traced the footsteps of Mary Magdalene in France, I could feel her presence with you, and I knew then that one day we would do the wonderful work of God together, saving the little children and protecting the precious animals.  Since then I have prayed to St. Peter and St. Mark to give me confirmation and they have finally answered me. Mother Eva has also given me her blessing and Father Elijah too. Please do not listen to sister Sheryl, she is a Jezebel and a false prophetess. Father Elijah has inquired of her and found out she is a fake. Her name is not even listed at the convent so she must be using a fake name. She probably used your name to befriend you. She will be removed soon if she has not been already. I have suspicion that she is from that protestant cult down the road and that she is possessed by a demon. I know we are called by God to be together and do His precious work, and that is why the devil has sent her to come against us.  But God is greater than this and he loves us.

I love you, Sheryl - you complete me. All that I need now is to hear from you, "I do" and I will truly be like Adam with his Eve in the Garden of Eden again.