Tout Suite Too Sweet

I fear tout suite I do not feel so sweet
Your love for me that now from her I feel,
though You are God and give me all I meet,
still knowing her sweet love seems much more real.

I can’t see You, Lord, but her pretty eyes
dance in my own and sweep me off my feet,
You made the sun, but I see Your sun rise
when she walks in and my heart skips a beat.

I hear Your thunder, God, but her fair voice
is hypnotizing to my hungry ear,
between You, Lord, and her, have I a choice
of what seems better in the now and here?

Our eyes meet, then she speaks, we almost touch,
O God, I want her more than You so much.

                                           by Pete Voelz