How remarkable to be loved
by a man whose hands bring comfort,
whose whispered words soothe me to sleep.
For years, he dwelled solely in dream.
Now, he is a steadfast presence.
How remarkable to be loved,
when I thought I'd remain alone.
No longer do I live half-seen.
In his embrace, I take shelter.
Beneath his fingers, I'm reborn.
How remarkable to be loved
in such a sacred, flawless way.
We move with worshipful rhythm.
Deep inside me, he's made holy,
and I'm again saved. How wondrous—
how remarkable—to be loved!
