The Religion of Love

Love, for me, is a religion. I praise the religion of love. I praise her, my religion. Her face, her laugh, her eyes, her lips, I praise it all. If I could have the honor of being hers Id kiss each strand of her hair and tell her the things I love about her in-between each kiss. I'd buy her all of the 100 dollar flower Lego sets and put them together and hand them to her with a handwritten love letter. If she was tired, Id let her lay on my lap, if she was sad, Id let her cry in my arms and I'd softly pet her hair, if she was angry, I'd let her yell at me for hours. I'd do anything if it meant she would look into my eyes. I know I will never get the honor, the privilege, of being hers, but I'd do anything to keep her. She deserves to be praised. She deserves to be cherished. I'd do it all and more