Twist-of-Fate1901

I catch myself c o u n t i n g the days til we'll next be together I take nothing for granted the, and allow every move you make to amaze me, intrigue me even. And though I rarely speak with God anymore I find myself thanking him for you when I am reminded just how good you are to me, for I fear that if I don't, He might take you from me and leave me with the n- no- nothing I deserve. I feel the tears and whisper sighs of relief to all that is merciful, glad for your gentlest touch to send them away. Your soul is the handsomest to behold, for though it is far from perfect, it is still pure with intent and a sweet promise of life. Your body, y