As the peat of the earth withers,
withdrawn from the rainfall-
so does my spirit crumble removed from the graces of her presence.
The Veil of Eden has been torn apart,
shredded by the adamantly delicate hand of God.
She stands alone-
it’s divine torrent permeating her being,
basking in a glow of ethereal brilliance.
No other creature of the Earth has been gifted such a courtesy,
for who else is deserving?
Not one.
I am not worthy to stand before it,
and I cannot bear to rest my gaze upon her.
The sight of her is more than I can withstand.
The root of my spirit is drenched in the cruelty of mortal agony,
as I stand in the presence of one touched by divinity.
What strange privilege of mercy has been granted upon me by my Creator?
What terribly wonderful curse have I had ****** upon me?
God spare me from what I cannot persevere,
and grant to me the strength to nurture the miracle bestowed to me,
all the days of my life.
Amen.
i love my lady so much