on divinity

oh my love,
object of my affection,
target of my desire,

i could listen to your voice
a million times, whispered close
and never truly hear
the radiance of your song.

i could see your face
every day of my life remain
and never fully take in
the ethereal quality of your beauty.

i could feel the warmth,
unique to your touch, again and again
and never truly percieve
the steadfastness of your affections.

oh my love, my dearest,
i could say your name,
replace all my sentences
fill my mouth full
and never truly comprehend
the depth of your personage,
the reality of your being,
or the raw power you are,
or the manner by which you exist.

i am only but one,
humbled and graced, very much
amazed by your presence.
my only wish is to serve you,
to make you content,
to act upon your whims,
to carry out your every desire.

for i could love you,
for a thousand eons,
for the entirely of my existence,
and never give you nearly enough,
to express my love,
to express my devotion.

words do not, cannot express
they fall short and feel flat on the page
compared to what you really are.
and there is no way,
no method known to man or gods alike
that i could possibly do you justice.

but i will try,
and i will hope
that i can give back
even just a little,
to repay you the labor
which you say you
do not need in return.

need it or not,
i want to give it back to you,
to keep the cycle going,
and to, like i said,
hollow myself out
in service to you.

it is the least i can do.