You are a goddess
And your body is a temple
I want to worship.
Your legs are columns,
standing strong,
holding you up right.
Your hair is a veil of golden sunshine,
a diadem that shows your royalty,
your divinity.
Your laugh is a song,
like a hymn in a cathedral.
You’ve got the voice of an angel
and the key to my heart.
When I close my eyes
and try to picture Heaven,
I can only see your bright face,
your earthy eyes
and your smile that outshines the sun.
I lost myself when I found you,
but gained an understating
only a deity could comprehend.
Before I met you, I believed in love
as much as I did in God,
but you guided me back to both.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
You are a goddess
And your body is a temple
I want to worship.
Your legs are columns,
standing strong,
holding you up right.
Your hair is a veil of golden sunshine,
a diadem that shows your royalty,
your divinity.
Your laugh is a song,
like a hymn in a cathedral.
You’ve got the voice of an angel
and the key to my heart.
When I close my eyes
and try to picture Heaven,
I can only see your bright face,
your earthy eyes
and your smile that outshines the sun.
I lost myself when I found you,
but gained an understating
only a deity could comprehend.
Before I met you, I believed in love
as much as I did in God,
but you guided me back to both.
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