Devout, she is my religion
everything in which I believe
my source of everlasting life
the gospel of my mass
After all, what is religion
without the promise of forever?
With her I am immortal
however brief it lasts
My Religion
Celtic Riverside 
This doesn’t quite feel complete yet. I think it’s 90% of the way to being a finished poem, but I don’t think I’ll make the last 10 without critiques.
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