Her Love

The sound of her voice calling my name seemed so close to the sound of angels singing. Or close to sound of a newborn baby's cry to signify that its being is healthy. I only wondered if she loves me as much as her heart beats every second, down to her flesh of an open wound burning of pain compared to love. I have fallen deep. Deep in love with her body's scent, every small gesture, and the rhythm of her heart beat. I love her.