You Are My Cathedral

by Profe Steve

If a body is a temple, Then yours is my cathedral.

My altar is your visage, I worship in your gaze.

Each kiss I bring an offering, Devotion and the song I sing.

My heart and soul I gladly give, To burn in your breath, to make me live.

Oceans live inside your eyes, Lofty mountains, glistening skies.

Landscapes held within your hands, Jungles dim and blazing sands.

I lay my heart before your feet And offer you its every beat.

Lifting worship like a prayer, Each deep secret now laid bare.