In my mind I've walked lands of the promised
To pay my humble homage
There aren't enough words, lines, or time
To define how you have made me feel
You didn't JUST see the breasts, hips and waistline
You recognized something divine
You, the deity to my religion
I, the prophet you proclaimed
Along rocky travels
I've fallen short as your holy saint
Everyday I trod, using you as my rod
You're the closest thing I've got to God
So, before you get it misconstrued
Those words "I love you"
Just don't do
Only way I can express it
Is being the most as your representative
While others use effort as righteousness
I will speak of my existence
Telling how you breathed life into it
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