I have painted in you light
that only exists to brighten the day,
the light that grows saplings,
that creates vitamin D.
See, the way in which I speak of you is to the heights of heaven as if describing god herself.
I ***** adoration of a being so celestial that I can no longer reach out and touch the face
that gives hope of salvation.
So I pray. To a god, to a savior,
to anyone who might listen,
that will take notes on every word I've made up to describe the retching love in which
I yearn for for lifetimes.
You are the reason I believe in love,
but the reason I also think
I will not find if not in you.