Reverence

Could I write enough pages
to convey how thankful
I am to have been touched by God-
through association.

Angel,

I imagine heaven feels
something like the time we spend together.

Perpetual spring-
where I first fell in love with you.

The weather was lovely.
Surely you remember.
And now this winter-
you will be wearing my sweater.

I count you amongst my greatest blessings
every day.

Could I ever
produce enough volumes
to resonate
the sound you struck in my soul.

You've felt my chest more than once-
and should know.
I am all yours;
and am never letting go.

You have shown me a love
that can be dissociated
from jealousy,
conceit,
control,
and need.

There is no compulsion.

I have patience,
and faith:

Reverence.

If I die after writing this poem, at least she'll know I had good intentions. I would give you the world if I could fit it into words; instead I think it would be better to simply offer you a reflection of the image I'll always have embedded in my blinks.

I see you every time I close my eyes,

even in my dreams.