New Year's Eve.
To a girl.
I want to bring in the new year with your voice in my ear. I want to share what I have, but will it be anything at all? My heart is timid. I long for your great treasure and wonder if my hands are worthy to behold it. I will approach with all the fear and trembling of a priest on the Day of Atonement.
I will inevitably be unworthy, but I will accept grace if it is offered. To enter your presence will be worth the risk.
I cannot wait.
"This is the holiest and the most unholy thing I have ever done"
From "Perelandra" by C.S. Lewis