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the fluttering breaths you take
race across my skin
making me shiver with anticipation
the fervent wonder of what happens next?
what happens now?
oh god
where do i begin
the words i wish to find
to tell you
how you make me feel
but i cannot find them
they are lost to me
your freckles span like
constellations
and if you are indeed
the heavens
than it is to you that i will raise my head in prayer
the holiest of beings,
none could ever compare to you
and how could they?
how could they compare themselves
against your holy visage
your unattainable grace and poise
the answer is simple,
they cannot
and for once i am grateful for the fickleness of the human heart
this is what makes you mine and mine alone