Psalm 115

You’re in heaven and do whatever pleases you. I please you.

You have a mouth and speak softly to me.

Eyes that know the curves of my soul.

You have ears that feel my breath; a nose that remembers my scent.

Your hands hold my dreams, walking, carrying me further than I thought possible.

Speaking, whispering romances, nuances that curl my toes.

To be like you, you who made me, loving me passionately, earnestly, unyieldingly.

What do I do now? What would you have me do? I’ll jump at the chance; to be for you.

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