Love is your religion?  Yeah, and I couldn’t ask for more,  I’m stupidly in love with her.  What’s a man if he doesn’t have a god and whats a god without any believers, and I believe in her.  Theres so much more than what meets the eyes, and when I look to the skies she’s in the heavens  residing, singing and reciting.  The world is below my shoulders, the sun above, weight is faith, pushing down and pulling up.  I kneel before the steeple, fill my cup, drink deep and pray in my sleep because dreams are holy.