I call her devine.

A simple kiss, and so it was.

Our faces blushed with velvet touch.

I could call to the world an idea of love.

But what would I be

without the devine love.?

The simple fact her love so much,

her care as simple,

her words and touch.

Interlocked through our souls,

our love combines forevermore,

no lights nor dark could ever diminish;

life is sweet,

love wishes.

Wash my hands of worlds before,

through tears and faults,

or nevermores.

Ever long for her love's attention.

Dreams of passion,

or sweet ambition.

She's always been in cadence with feet.

She walks my steps through alleys and streets,

deserves only to wear a crown.

Within my thoughts, I see it now.

My heart's recommendation is purely you.

"A Gift from God" is said and true.