22/02/26

You give my existence meaning. You give it purpose and even if I spent every second of my life admiring all that you are, I could never repay the favour. Not in this lifetime. Not in a thousand. If there is a God, then perhaps every man, woman and child on this earth was made with the purpose to serve something greater than themselves. You however, were made with the utmost care, every inch, curve, even strand of hair carefully crafted and shaped, as though the Highest took its time with you. you were created for the sole purpose of capturing every ounce of wonder in this vast universe. You are a testament to all that is beautiful, all that exists, the very embodiment of divinity. I know heaven exists, because I have stared into its very eyes. Yours.

I love you. I adore you. I praise the very ground you walk on. I am merely a man, born into this world as all men are, small, imperfect, inconsequential and insignificant. In all your divinity, you are the angel I give my life to. All of it. Every breath, every piece of me.