I want you to know
That to me there isn't much,
I'm not rich
But with you I'm not poor,
I'm not powerful
But with you I'm not weak,
I'm not handsome
But with you I'm not ugly,
There are many things I am not
But with you I can try to be more,
I've been idling all this time
Biding; waiting; lingering,
And now you've arrived
But you're not just walking by,
There are many roads
But with you there is only one,
We will walk; we will run
We will ride; we will drive,
We can go left; we can go right
We will go forward; and if we must
We will bust a *****; together,
I can't promise
The moon and the stars,
But with you
We will go as far as we can,
If the sky is the limit
Then we are rockets,
And we will fly;
Until we burn out,
Wherever we land
This is home,
With you...
© okpoet