The Seventh Symphony

You boil my heart like religion
My reverence becomes an obsession
Wherever you are is the presence
That I hold as solely divine
As the veins that nurture each cell
Beating in rapturous pleasure
I am working instinctually
For I can know no better-
Than to sign my own heart away
With a pen in the wondrous ether
Your name I'll carve in the stars
Who'll bow to your preferred light
Feeling utterly reborn
Baptized anew with a marvelous thing
I had been lost to rejection
But found myself wholly in you
Farewell every stone every rampart
I raze my towers to dust
I build you with each palpitation
A home forever your own
How precious this complete devotion
To a heart that was hardened by pain
Listen my soul is a symphony
That proclaims only your name.