You
I will hold you in my arms
And claim you as my body,
Shower you with light
And name you Soul.
My doing is your pleasure,
Your desire is my income,
To live for you is
Life’s privilege to me.
All will become
Everything when everything
Becomes you
And nothing would become of me,
but us.
We will exhibit new hope
And young love in
It’s strongest form.
I will not put this to shame,
The addiction is screaming
Under my skin,
Feeding off of each touch
Prolonged in a memory.
The substance of your heart
Leaks upon my flesh,
Forcing me to work
So I can supply every beat.
Jealousy quarrels with me
As you sleep for I know
It’s your mind and not me
That allows peace to
Message your subconscious.
Maybe your dreams are projecting
Visions of our kids,
Dancing in their inheritance
Of fine life and genetic aspirations.
Though we are not of age
To build a house made of marriage
Or to give birth to happiness
By way of a white ceremony,
Time is still fresh, our mistakes
Will become prophetic teachers
As we conjoin until only one
Exist-opportunity.
This affection is a song
Carried by acoustic hands
Made of strings, patient time, and selfless
Thoughts.
It’s more than a ballad,
More than a rhythm,
It’s you.
At my weakest,
I’ll be your clout,
Battling every set back
So that you have no other
Option but to go forward.
My satisfaction will be
That of your own.
Just simply being you
Makes me want to be
More than what I am.
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