poem on <3 someone religious!

she walks up the stairs

holding my hand

and there she goes

disappearing through the tall wooden door

and we step into the church

and we talk about it all

in the sunlight her hair glows

like a halo, like a crown

i prostrate myself to her everyday

her name is my prayer

which i am fervent to say

never have i been so devout before

she cracks a tiny joke

so i must quip back

and she beams

the angels in heaven weep at the sight

blinded by her beauty

shes too divine; i’m too rotten

i’ll get hurt if i stand so near

yet i dance in her flames

and revell in the burn

she will be my sinless death