I dedicate my all to you, I am your answer.
Every bit of you has been engraved on my soul and no attempted Armageddon could shake them away.
Drained physically from the tribulations the world had to offer, my heart still beamed excitedly at the sight of you.
Like clockwork, you placed the crown that reigned me Empress of your bed and there wasn’t anything more I could muster but surrender.
Temporary it may be, I soaked each blissful drop of time.
A tiny curl formed at the corner of my mouth, as you subconsciously slid your form close almost exiling the idea of space.
Once fitted perfectly into my arms, head nuzzled in neck resembling a longing for its rightful place; I caught a glimpse of your vulnerabilities.
Your soft and inconsistent snore was almost a lullaby that gave validation.

There was never a need for you to return the love I felt, only a selfish want.
To acknowledge what I felt for you was not in vain, but a need I yearned.