Nursing Home Carl Pt. 2

 (I always thought I would be above writing about love in high school, but what can I say, she's really hot)

When I'm with you, God makes sense.

Something about your imagination that makes worlds seems creatable. And something about your eyes that makes sins seem forgivable.

I didn't really believe that the same God could create math and poetry. Then I saw you smile. The curve of your lips. The perfect right angles of your teeth. And the beauty of it all. And I think,

'Ahh, God. Got me again. Good one.'

I guess what I'm saying is, if you wanted, I could be your Carl.

And you could be my religion.