You ignited a fire
within the marrows of my bones,
and burnt away the lies
that were latched onto my soul.
You threw me into the furnace,
and melted away the chains
that were dragging my heart under.

You turned me into gold.
You made me pure.
You made me whole.
You made me new.

Tell her.
Tell her that the way her voice sounds makes your bones tremble.
And the way your name sounds when it rolls off of her tongue is indescribable.
Tell her that if she were to remove your brain from your head, all she'd find is her fingerprints.
Tell her that written along the walls of your heart is her name.
And that this secret that has been locked away in the marrow of your bones cannot be contained any longer.
So go.
Tell her.
Love is not a whisper.
It is not a thought that cowards in the back of your mind when she is near,
And comes back when she leaves.
Love is standing on the top of a building and screaming until your throat bleeds.
Love is igniting a fire that cannot be contained nor put out.
Go to her.
Tell her.

but the more I write,
the more I remember.

The crown of creation.
The Master's finishing touch.
She is the crescendo.
The ascent and downfall of humanity.
She is God's final masterpiece,
And in one single moment brought all of creation to it's knees.

But she is the sun of The Son.
Reflecting off light into the darkest part of the night,
And into my life.
Her eyes hold more mystery than a thousand stars put together.
Weaved into the fibers of her soul is a puzzle waiting to be solved.  
And every word from her mouth forms another constellation,
And ignites a fire in the crevices of my soul.
She is Jesus in the flesh.
More precious than diamonds,
More powerful than an atomic bomb.
Just like the ocean,
She is untamable.

The hallways of my heart still whisper your name.
Tucked away inside the crevices of my soul,
Are the memories you and I made.
Buried away in the back of my mind,
Is your bones and a picture of the way you looked that night.

If they ask, "What is the best part of your life?"
I'll point at your tombstone and say,

We made love in the darkest hour of the night.  
With the moon and God as our witness,
The stars delivered our children: