Appreciating The View

I’m thanking gods I don’t believe in
For your existence, expressing gratitude for
Every life sustaining breath you’re able to take
And pleading forgiveness for all the mistakes,
You continue to negate. You,
Are [ amazing. ]
You’re everything I’ve admired since I was
Old enough to view the world myself and when
That view was blessed with the perfect image of
  You—love,
Became more than simply fabricated fallacies,
Now tangible, it wasn’t a fictitious fairy tale.
When you stepped into focus, beauty became
Another new concept now comprehensible.
You possess all the qualities people like me
Were never taught and every time you open your
Beautiful mouth to speak,
My jaw drops—the words I’m notorious for
Have all but escaped me, my voice fails me.
My restless bones wish they could phone
Your mother at home and thank her
For giving birth to your soul.
Thanking her for the gift of, you. For
Conceiving this girl who injects life into
The parts of me I've wished I hadn't killed.
My veins are cold, struggling to pump all the
Toxins in my blood but the warmth in your
  Touch,
Has relieved my arms of their goose bumps.
And for that, I can't thank her enough.
Every conversation with you is filled with more
Thanks than my mother's table on Thanksgiving
But dinner never left me feeling quite as full
As late night conversations with you, your
Words have satisfied my heart's cravings.
You’re too good for me, you’re too good for anyone
I’ve always been bad news, never somebody’s
Someone but I’d be anything for you.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you—
I'm grateful for the view.