Mine
I believe in us; I believe love exists, and I know love heals.
I see your tears for the first time, and I know you had the worst day.
We smile together while I watch and gaze at your beautiful teeth.
Your lips are adorned with purpose to whisper all the good to my ears.
I really miss you; I remember the days you would just let me kiss you.
My heart still dances at your presence; I am too scared because I know love heals.
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I do not think cancer has a chance on you because I will always report to our Creator and God. I do not believe we will fail; I know your health is good; I found a friend in you. I missed the hardcore friendship when I am just open to you and use my fingers to touch the real human.
Humans are weird; we hate repetition; we can’t spend forever doing the same thing, and sometimes it’s challenging for the mind. I do not want to just be with you and change my mind or reuse the same experience with another person.
Cars are usually not capable of lasting with the same tyres until the completion of their lifespan. I believe I want to be your tyres; in any direction you take, I just hate to wear out. I want to be perfect for you because you are already perfect for me. I want my tyres to refill every time I am tired to your wheels; I just want to be heard everywhere with you, my rib.
Loving you has never been this nerve-wracking. I think of the most possible ways to make you mine every day. You are mine, and I am yours; if I were to pass the “will you marry me” stage, I would do that every day. You are more beautiful than you know, and there is still more. I will wait for each year you grow to reveal more of your stars. With you, my love, I feel complete. I love you, Swee “Ë”.
