My heart is protected by what God made Eve out of-

Before you, everything was dark until He brought me to you and said “Let there be light!”
Your eyes are so sparkling and radiant; God must have modeled the stars after them.
When your skin touches mine, a million synapses pulse with an electric current as if you are a long-lost memory waiting to be rekindled.
Our souls must have known each other behind pearly gates – I am certain of this when your hands clasp mine.

With you, the melody within my heart is more beautiful than any song sung by birds in the entirety of Creation.
Your voice is so sweet and praising; God himself cannot conduct the angel choirs to sound like you.
When you smile and laugh, I imagine grand golden bells that bellow out down the streets of Paris.
Our hearts beat to the same pattern and our lungs are consistent with each other – I am certain we were made for each other out of clay.

There is no after you, there is only the sound of your voice resonating in my ears long after you have finished speaking.