The Atheist

To: my darling Soul Searcher

If I can’t love you for your talents,

And can’t love you for your face,

Or certainly not your body,

What of you am I to love?

Some secret part hidden deep inside,

That I’m supposed to seek out and appreciate ignorantly?

Or is that piece your personality?

Is it, dare I say, your soul?

The spirit your god gave you?

Am I to find it, see it naturally, or intuit it into my life?

Or can I take you and your actions and your accomplishments at face value

And admire you for what you do

And love you for the attraction you provoke in me?

Would that be a shallow decision? Superficial?

Would I be wrong to love you for only what I see?

… and how that makes me feel…