and my heart stood still

"...so i love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you."    
      
                                                -Paulo Coehlo      
     
     
picturesque episodes,      
a woman as pure as snow,      
pretty like nebulae, a supernova      
soft as water, her man on fire,      
the rain thereafter, and devil's lettuce      
to lift the world off atlas shoulders.      
     
     
*      
     
     
she's the sort of beautiful you      
only read about in books      
or see in movies, the sort of pure      
and true and gleaming light      
that one might only ever dream of...      
     
a miracle,      
     
     
she's a walking, talking miracle.      
     
     
*      
     
     
and we float aloft      
in a lit hot tub      
at night, the jets blasting,      
maybird grooving,      
strobe lights twinkling,      
her gaze caressing my soul,      
so i think to myself,      
god has surely placed      
its saving grace      
in this flesh and bone,  
     
her spirit a home to      
call my own forever,      
her body a temple      
for me to pray in,      
her mind a cove      
and safe haven,      
     
and a beacon,      
     
a lighthouse      
guiding my ship to shore.