there's a country in your arms I feel, a holy religion I see as you look me in eyes your hands clutched together like a knot around my back there's a prayer in your voice I hear there's calm I seldom meet if you're not around. there's a temple in the spaces of your fingers where mine meet to take the vows of holding onto us when bad things try to break us apart. there are ringing bells in my heart our song I always listen through yours there's a sweet river on your lips you taste like nectar as you kiss oh how I forget to talk about your laughs I could hear them my whole life like an innocent child filling every corner with a bright light. there's hope when you call my name like a victory in a war darlin' there's a lot to speak about you but alas! every poem falls short.