AT LAST

My doors are open, night or day, because I’ll be there for you. I’ll carry your struggles like mine. Share the load I’ll ease it for you. We could trek this treacherous mountain if you let me hold your hand.

The winds could carry you away, but I’ll anchor you. Use my body as the weight to steady you. I’d cross crocodile-infested waters to secure your travel across.

I’ll gladly be your martyr. I’d lay my life down because saving yours would mean more than living without you.

My Pied Piper, play your song, and I’ll follow you to my doom. You shifted my focus and became the bane of my existence. I will gladly halt time to spend more with you.

Just a whiff of your perfume sends my heart racing. I was hoping you could show me the world but my eyes will only be on you, my favorite view.

Faith is a path that left me ragged, but you restored my beliefs. If you were created, then a Higher Being took time to mould you.

I’d pray three times for you facing the Holy Mountain, thank Heaven for making you mine. I’d worship you, but that’s a little unhinged. Around you, I forget how to function.

I probably have lost a few screws in my head. Yet, I like this feeling. I was numb for so long, and here you are, making me sing a new hallelujah.

My words border on sacrilege but I feel saved in your presence. Made new in ways that the air feels cleaner and my chest is lighter.

If my life had a soundtrack, you’d be my muse, the producer and the target audience. I’d sing of love in a way that a non-believer would turn a new leaf.

How you calm me should be studied. You’re my favorite art subject, better than Picasso and his works. It’s alarming how I feel so many things with you, most of all I am home. Finally home with you.