Read the full poem:
I love you. You always tell me if i’m forgetting something before I lay down for the day. Only a gentleman would deal with me that way. Where would I be without your warnings? I’m sorry about all the times I forced my own way. You just like to help. When I start flipping the pages, searching for answers you interrupt me with a simple “You Know”. And you’re so right. You’ve given us the beauty of intuition. But it’s really You, Holy Spirit. It’s You.