You speak to me in the sweetest voice

You talk of wonderous adventures and heartwarming promises

You open your heart to everyone and take time to listen to their woes and worries

Your smile can compare to nothing but the heavens themselves

Your eyes remind me of the very stars that are shining brightly above my head

You are there with outstretched arms to catch me as I begin to fall

You, in complete, are perfect

Just as handsome, witty and mighty as a roman god

But when you need to, for my sake, you step done from your golden throne and lower yourself to my pitiful level

You praise me and try to force me upon your imperious throne but I will not budge

Not now nor ever

That throne was meant for for perfection, which i am not and never will be

But you my love, fit there, owning the throne

So please let me praise you, let me dream, ponder and wonder over you.

And I humbly bow before your perfection

Claiming you the greatest of all who claim they are great

And every night I crawl into bed thanking God for you, so beautifal, so kind, so amazing

And now the thanks shall be passed up onto you

Thank you for letting me love you