I never believed the being so foolishly adorned with a veil of such love that puts aside lover and names itself a devote

as though his is the hand that creates tides

as though his eyes control nature and turn time

Not even stars dare to shine as bright and as proudly as he does

it’s almost an insult to call him beautiful

Because he’s not, he is so much more

Almost too much, almost

Each night I pray to touch a fire whose flame is appealing beyond control and the only one worth of death

I thank the generosity of every godly being to make in time to witness his

Each cell, each fibre, each breath keeping me alive presents itself for you and only you

And my heart will stay forever grateful to be this way.