It's you in which I'm infatuated,
It's what we have that can't be debated.
I need you by one of my sides,
Because in your hands is where my soul resides.
I found it to be the safest place,
Just like how it is with my lips to your face.
You are a glimmering soul,
That I need to be with no matter the toll.
The cost cannot compare,
To the feeling of your hand in my hair.
I love the being you have helped create in me,
I have never thought this could be.
I love harder than before,
I do right down to your core.
My old anger is but a myth,
Forged into something greater by my inner blacksmith.
You are the only one who appreciates who I am,
Even at my worse you didn't give a ****.
For this and your existence I'm forever knelt,
Because this is by far the best hand I've ever been dealt.