I love the random little freckles
I find all over your body
like they are little smiles from your soul
and all the places the angels kissed you.
I love how a whisper from you
from over the telephone
can make me shiver
and feel like you're here in bed with me,
nibbling on my ear.
I love your eyes and the way
passion pulses through your blood
and into your pupils,
palpitating my essence.
I love how you don't notice your wings
or your sparkle
or your halo
or your illustrious blooming inner being.

You are my spirituality, and I have seen Heaven.
And It Is You.