The sky was white and the air was cold
he willingly gave me his hand to hold

we've known each other for years; man time flies
I still get queasy when I stare into his eyes

I matured fast; now an old soul
he's my better half and makes me feel whole

If I trip he's there to break my fall
when I'm in a jam he's the first person I call

I've let him go so many times
but in the crowds, it's me he finds

he knows when I 'm ****** or dying inside
in each other we're not scared to confide

whispers in my ears so softly blown
his soothing voice on the phone

kisses on my neck are sweet

I cherish our hugs goodbye or when we meet

its the little things that keep me stuck
you found me and it]s more than luck

other guys aren't worth my time
I'm so glad I can call you mine

-Alyssa De Marzo