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.