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All I can say is yes.
A brilliant gift of music.
A heavenly package that I long to slowly unwrap,
Using the wisdom of God.
He is the instrument that plays,
The beat of my heart.
Music moves through his blood like lava
Against the walls of a volcano,
Longing to be free, begging to erupt.
His rib cage has a song,
And this rib grooves to his vibration.
I am moved by him,
Like the hand of God across all of creation.
I taste the colors of each note.
I eat the fruits of his vine,
So divine, it's like priceless wine.
I swim in his rivers,
Riding his melody into the next song.
Slowly pressing replay.......
I experience him all over again.