His body is my bread,
his blood is my wine,
I quit going to church when I realized he could be mine.
Our love is a shrine,
we no longer have to coast on a dime because we've synchronized over time.
Distance is the crime,
stealing the ethereal moments we try to seize in our minds.
Real or unreal,
we won't let go of something that possesses value that can't be defined.  
We try to uncover with rhymes while only getting deeper in the beauty of lost time.