Mine

Your soul seeps into mine,

you are my evidence that God is divine.

Your very presence causes mine to incline,

only when you're not by my side,

is when all my tears come together to cry.

You're my beehive,

home base to the deep honey cave that stores my love,

home base to the intricate nerves you wake up,

i just can't get enough.

You my love, 

you sit on your throne right above my love,

you keep me tough,

ready to fight any battle that comes my way,

ready to "kill" anyone that tries to take you away,

you're mine.

I'll say it over and over again till i die,

being loved by you gives me my ultimate high,

even when you just say "Hi.",

i remember why i'm alive,

and every time you leave me,

i recognize the pain of loss,

normal people feel when a loved one dies.

You're mine.

I'll say it again and again and again,

we were lovers,

and then we became friends,

and then lovers again.

You're God's feedback to me,

i want to be captured by you,

i beg you never to set me free.

I have Stockholm syndrome as if I've been stolen,

when i'm around you my chest inflames,

like it's made out of molten,

but actually,

it's just golden. 

Sometimes i look at you and i wish i was a medic,

so i could heal myself from the rush you give me,

so intense it becomes a headache.

Sometimes i look at you and you make me want to freeze time,

just so i can find a place to store your precious features,

by now you should know that,

you're mine,

I can't help be but this honest,

it comes with the territory of being a true believer,

i truly believe that you're one of a kind.

You seize to amaze me,

haters gon' hate,

but only the absence of your love can phase me.

You cause my breathe to collapse,

till i label it lazy,

have me running down the street to catch it,

looking positively crazy.

My definitive feelings for you are foreign to the word "maybe".

Picture perfect,

because you're Martin,

and i'm Scorsese.

Two halves of the same whole,

so if you're baby, i'm baby.

I love you as if all these years haven't passed,

i wake up at 5am to pray for you as if i'm Islamic,

pre Ramadan fast.

You'll never be a mere character of my past,

in my autobiographic love story,

you're the only member of my cast and.

At the end we land up together,

as we should,

at long last.