When I saw you, I knew I was going to love you.
Parts of me were afraid,
Tentative,
Hesitant.
But never resistant.
The rest of me breathed you in
Deeply
And sighed with relief.
The rest of me thought,
“Finally.”

When I kissed you, I thought,
“Maybe God IS real.”
Because your skin made me want to sing hymns.
Because your caress was a blessing, a baptism.
Because there was no way
You were created just as simply as I had been.
Created as a universe’s afterthought.
No.
You were planned.
Intentional.
Something out there saw the terrifying beauty of our cosmos
And put them in your eyes.
And it said,
“This… This is my masterpiece.”
An I couldn’t agree more.