You seep through my pores as you fill my soul; my lucid skin awaits. Everywhere I turn, everything I think, your presence is stronger than any God that may or may not exist.
I sway to only find that you are there, that moment in which pure beauty is drowning my lifeless body. Looking with my lids closed I see you, clearer than before. It is not a game nor an ideal; it is the reality of my heart. Do not forsake me for the ideal you have of non-existence is unfathomable.