Him

I whisper it to myself
i think about it all day
i dream all night
of the sweet and simple sound

i hear that name
and my stomach floats away
the heavens open
and the sweetest music plays.

my legs tremble and weaken
when i see his perfect face
it's as if he fell from the heavens
down to earth with grace.

i love him to death
to hurt him would be a sin
i love to say his name
and to whisper,"i love you, sweet Quentin."