I bow before the altar. My love will never falter.

I love you so much, it physically aches,

This is all so good, that it feels near fake.

Just a single glance, and my breath you take,

Of all my blessings, you Kae take the cake.

And when I lay down, my head on your heart,

I can feel mine stop, and then soon restart.

No hyperbole, you are sacred art,

I am a puzzle, you’re the missing part.

And in your presence, I feel the divine,

You are my altar, my numinous shrine.

And if I should pray, for a holy sign,

I only need look, and recall you’re mine.

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