My God is our love, I believe in it religiously.
I tell you that I love you every single day superstitiously.
I hear my name on your soft pink lips like a sweet prayer.
You treat me like a Goddess, and I need you like the air.
So, I kneel at the altar and worship us in the dark night.
Your half-moon smile shines like God said, “Let there be light”.
This happens once in a few lifetimes, finally the stars all align.
Now you hold me close, call me yours, and you I call mine.