Religion In Human Form Poem by Natasha Andeyi

I'm a slave of a specific religion,
Not the ones of divine beings and afterlife,
But the kind that exists in human form.

In my mind, nobody can outshine her worth,
And to my eyes, even the heavens I haven't seen yet cannot match her artistic view,
Not forgetting my heart that religiously adores her.

She's the prayer my soul silently makes because it would be absurd to say them out loud,
She's the song my mind subconsciously hums because that's where all the magic exists,
And the words from her voice are the scriptures I choose to memorize even though they aren't said to me.

Deliver me from these chains and somehow I'll tie them back again,
I'm a willing slave in this kind of prison,
So allow me to graciously pay my dues to this religion in human form.