Valentine

My Sweetheart,

I love you
for no good reason.
I just do.

Not for your good looks
or your goodness,
not “for” anything,
just for you.
Because you’re mine.
Because I made you for love.
That’s all.
Beloved, it’s who you are.
You make my world.
I’m here for you.

I’m wild about you.
When you come close
something in my chest
drops down into my guts.

All it means to be saintly
is to let me have you.
Beloved, let me.

—Love, God

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net