Love has always been my religion,
when I couldn’t believe a being
I believed in being
in love.
That how much I loved you could guide your great uncle into the great unknown,
that deathbeds and birthing suites could be lit by it.
Believing in love was never the issue.
It was always about how long it could last.
Because I know there must be a difference between a weekend
and forever
but is it qualitative or just quantitive?
especially when it always stops time.
So, prophet,
can’t you just say that you adore me?