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Dear Sunday crush

I’m not the most religious person
But I never miss a Sunday service
In hopes of catching a glimpse of you
In the midst of many, I hear only your voice

I'm not the most romantic person
But for you, I find myself writing
Love letters I'll never send
Your scent overpowers my senses
In the midst of many, I see only you

I'm not an observant person
But your walk feels majestic
Your eyes glimmer under the sun
You smile even on boring Sundays

I'm not the most touchy person
But on the day I got to hold hands
I prayed for the preacher who thought of
Holding hands for prayer

I'm not after the most
A gaze from afar, a subtle smile
Faint scent, are all I want everyday
In the midst of many
I want only you, not just on Sundays