Oh, how we love.

Perhaps You're right
I mean, You usually are
Especially about this sort of thing
You know how our humble minds struggle
To wrap themselves around You
And Your noble ways

Tell us again
Let us sit and marvel at Your brilliance
Your luster
Should we bow?
Kiss Your feet?
We have never been subjected to such superbness
Not in real life, anyway

Yes, you are a magnificent One
There's certainly no doubting that
Wealthy in pride
Humility so absurb a concept
For someone of Your stature
Your eminence
Your highness

But do You love, oh Great One?
Do You love like we love?
Does Your heart beat?
Do Your palms sweat?
Do Your lips tremble?
Do tell us!
For this, oh Prominent One
Is the story we long to hear