Rebirth

Her body is like the rebirth from heavens wings, I pray that she honors me with her touch when God shuts his eyes and the devil takes control of my hands.

Her voice is as sweet as syrup on a Sunday morning, she makes me excited to wake up another day, she’s my present on Christmas morning and all the three hundred plus days in between,

If God granted me one wish it would be to meet her all over again and replay the moment I knew I loved her,

It would be to stare into the newness of her eyes and see the light bounce off of her teeth and watch the swing of her hips and feel my heart beat out of my chest to the rhythm of that Ten year olds drums... I was fighting my own battles inside.

I just hope you let me hold your hand, but if you don’t then I understand why an angel wouldn’t want a dirty man like me touching her skin, it’s like seeing a Phoenix be reborn for the first time,

A phenomenon that can only be explained as God mixed Sugar, Spice and everything wonderful about this world into you, and that dash of chemical X which makes you a little crazy, but I like that,

And I know that time heals, but time isn’t moving fast enough for me, I wanna spend every moment in your presence and I know I don’t say enough but believe me when I say just having you around is all I ever wanted,

It’s like a movie in my mind… every moment spent knowing you, the good, the bad, the ugly,

Like watching my life flash before my eyes but all the good scenes have you in it,

And if reincarnation is a thing, then know that even if I can’t touch you in this life, I’ll wait a millennia if it means meeting you again.