There are beautiful thoughts that only come to my mind when I think about you
And when I think about you, only beautiful thoughts come to mind.
Darling, this love is not blind
But, it turns out, I am.
I can only trace traits of beauty from your flaws. 
Your imperfect nose, 
Your naturally crooked eyebrows, 
Your not so pretty toes. 


In a world where you've been conditioned to think your reflection is the farthest thing from perfection - 
Know, you come pretty close;
As close as I want to be with you, 
Tight as a tide tied to the ocean. 


My darling, you are perfection
The crown of creation. 
I'd be a fool not to make the God that created you the centre of my attention. 
Such an able God can undoubtedly do anything. 
I hear Him walking on air-waves every time you open your mouth to sing. 


When He turned water into wine, the water did not disappear 
It was intertwined with mine thoughts of you 
And turned into salty sea water that streams down my cheeks at every thought of you. 
Many times, this God, 
He speaks to me, 
In my dreams, through His word
Through your heart, sometimes even through art. 
I've heard your name escape His lips about a thousand times, 
But, being dull of hearing and often inattentive, 
I am hardly ever certain of the instructions. 
It proves how much more time I need to spend with Him
Before even desiring to spend forever with a jewel precious to Him as you are. 
If ever He permits us to be, I pray that you allow the clumsy words staggering out of my trembling lips into your heart,
I pray that they stay there, 
And my lips never grow tired of uttering them, 
Or become too eloquent at the art of spoken word 
Lest the words spoken lose meaning and promises made become broken. 
For now, my darling, 
I'll wait impatiently and listen more attentively when God speaks. 
I pray you do too.

