I didn't have to make it official to know who you belonged to.
Where you longed to.
Every morning, you'd roll over and I'd notice how well the sun shined down on you, creating a glow on your skin,
as if you were an angel.
It wasn't till then I realized you were the one I've been longing for.
The one I've been praying for.
It's been you.
And if they ask who you are,
I tell them you're the one.