The stars themselves flicker out of mind as she walks in the room, illuminating my eyes and mind with those tantalizing feelings that true love makes manifest. Her beautiful brown eyes enslaving my concentration, but liberating me from the ground that is beneath me, and soon there is nothing below me at all except for the sweet air that lifts a child’s kite from its chains; a mixture of all-consuming anticipation and innocence. She speaks to me, but her words I cannot understand, as though God himself were speaking to me with a booming voice too powerful for my own feeble ears. I cannot understand her, because who can truly understand beauty in the flesh? My heart leaps from my chest, and the wonderful bounty of gaiety is mine forever more, so long as I keep this halo-less angel from leaving me. I have found my religion! Mormonism, Catholicism, Buddhism, they all merely manifestations and corruptions of the one truth in this world: the all-powerful nature of love. Love for God, love for Christ, love for thy neighbor, they are nothing to me but roadblocks to my other more cherished deity: my one true love. You are a goddess and every time I kiss you, and enter into your domain where worries are killed with the brute force of your gentle lips, I know what it feels like to be a god myself. This is the dogma of love, two beings who love each other are merely humans clinging to each other to navigate this world, but two beings in love are gods amongst men who have realized the one truth and who try to make the world one where gods roam. My belief in god, in humanity, in myself rest upon my belief in love, and without you that dream is nothing. I cannot exist as a god without your incredible light, I will only be a fool who once had godhood and let it rot, a damnable saint of self-destruction. But, I still have you, and you do not realize that my love for you goes beyond my present worries, beyond my fears, beyond everything else I know, because you give life a reason worth living for, worth learning for, worth dying for. The roses in the garden are nearly at half-bloom my love, open your eyes and see the wonderful shades of yellow, blue, and red that are abound. Smell the tantalizing joys of spring in its awakening, and awaken yourself. Hear the melody rushing through the landscape, feel the breeze caressing your hair and whispering to you the secrets of humanity. In true love we are gods, and only gods can understand God, and do not lose this gift before you regret it. I may be young, but even a child understands the importance of love, and I promise you that no one on this earth will ever love you as much as I have come to, and there is still so much room for progress and self-realization. I give you my heart, and I am sorry if I offend you at moments when the temporal circumstances of life are too-overwhelming, but nothing will ever convince me that you and I are not made for each other and know that I can no less break up with you as a devout Christian can break up with his god. You make my soul complete and fill me with the butterflies of true love, who fly beyond the gusty winds of trial and tribulation. My love, awake and know that you are my way, my truth and my light: I find salvation in our love, and our love is Salvation.
Amen. Awake.
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