I must confess when we first met; I did not know love. I knew the idea. I understood the television and Hollywood interpretation of love, created in a room filled with writers and the script performed by professional actors and produced by the Academy of film directors. I am the consumer of the make-believe product of love, real experiences not included. I only need to sit back in a comfy passenger seat, sip my favorite drink, consume buttery popcorn, suspend myself from reality for a few hours in front of the big screen, and let Hollywood drive.
Back then, I did not know love due to the absent models in my life. All I had was the Hollywood version that did not seem to fit the reality of genuine love. I recall that day you, my beloved, appeared in my presence, and Heaven went missing one of its greatest treasures. I celebrated while God slumped on his throne, unhappy, trying to recover from his loss. I remember pleading to our heavenly father not to shelter disappointment in his heart for our longing to find true love. We require no reminder that without your blessing and breath of life, our love can not live. She is your incredible creation. She is my Heaven on Earth. And I am her Kingdom to be ruled.
I had caught a small glimpse of the love God felt when he sent his only son to earth. I have experienced and witnessed the person I am and want to be when I am with you.
I see you from all angles, and I marvel at every view, from the greatest to the microscopic details. I don't want to blink because I do not want to miss a moment. You are my place of worship, and my heart is a gospel choir singing nothing but praises. You are my means to an end, and you will be my only first and true love.
©soulreal
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