Sovereign Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I've never denied you,
A saint fallen to his knees in need of remedy,
I've loved you til hearts content.
The shrine of my heart open to your touch,
The passing of breath to nose, to lungs.
There is no other vine whose fruit is sweeter.
There is no compromise to where the orange falls at first light,
Gently unraveling itself as the day is long.
Peels of the orange laid on the ground,
My sobriety laid in your ever so gentle hands. The sky vast in longevity,
Your love is king, a crown set above the Pilar of great longing.
There is no substitute.
Whispered prayers that long for your substantial grace.
The wrapping of everlasting hands,
Interpreting the throb of my heart as a gift.
The intimacy of silence.
The euphoria of knowing that someone is there,
There is no greater devotion than loving you