Dec 3, 2004


My face must have been a teleprompter
The way he read my thoughts
As though he were broadcasting love
All over the airwaves

I must have been transparent for a moment
The way he say right through me

Glass stained with nothing but love

He must have been my soulmate
To make me discover myself

And he could only be God
The way he loved me
The way he was creating universes within me

He could only be one thing

My husband.

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