he called her his
like any teenager lovestruck by a girl
even though it might turn dark and painful
he still loved like he didn't know no other way
he thought of her with every passing second
but not of the present, but of the future
he saw with him and her
old, aged but undoubtedly still in love
and how he'll be happy it all worked out
he called her his in silence
behind the curtains, where only his heart could hear
and others would just fade away
he thought of ways to make her feel more loved
daily, he sang, he wrote, he expressed his feeling
all for her ,his heart was totally hers
he called her his
like the earth calls the moon
like galaxies calls their planets
like gods calls their people
he called her his
with little worries and so many convictions
as though he knew his love was greater in words & actions
even the atmosphere around him wistfully prayed for her
he called her his
like adam to eve
like romeo to juilet
like clyde to bunny