for lack of a better term

honest to god  
I don't believe in it. God.  
And any existence that adheres  
to that label    
hasn't got time  
to pay me no mind  
and nor do I  
for it 
   
Doesn't mean I don't know whole-ness.  
   
At the base  
most principle component 
I see everything as connected  
can't help it 
felt it deep below  
where the cowards  
feel faith  
   
and  
   
there isn't a force available  
that can up jump the boogie  
on each particle of stuff  
other than  
love  
   
Love, for lack of a better term.  
   
Bigger than the specifics of me  
yet equally as potent  
through my tiny prism  
   
there's a song I sing  
to the wrong woman  
in my end of the spectrum  
and an apology  
already forgiven  
   
from the one  
I haven't yet found 
   
there's a creature  
that wakes me up every morning  
by licking my face  
   
He knows a better term