My heart is beating faster...
My pulse is increasing...
My soul and sprirt are prespiring...
I am chasing my love into eternity, 
but I am in no ways tired. 
O how I enjoy chasing him.
It keeps my animal instincts at play. 
I think he knows that my deepest love for him 
has fangs and claws that yearns 
to rip into every fiber of his inner being; 
only then can the lion of zion within me 
feast on the raw ambrosia of his divine essence. 
I am chasing my love into eternity.
I am on his trail; 
I see him, hear him, smell him, taste him, 
and I most definitely feel him 
by means other than my physical senses.
Alas, my spiritual eyes are beholding his beauty 
in its purest form- 
I am looking upon his glorified body of Christ 
as I burn with an holy desire 
to kiss the lips of his holy spirit 
that would fulfill the scared scriptures in my heart.
But... until then, 
I'll be chasing him into eternity.