She is
the world,
mine,
my everything.
From everything I do
say,
think
and in my very breath.

She's there
for me
Unto
even.
My eventual death.

She. Is mine.
To hold and cherish,
since I first stepped up to her maroon red door,
to the ring of promise upon her finger,
a promise to hold her,
and only her,
today
tomorrow
and forever more.

She is,
the girl I've known for too many years,
but not enough yet,
she is the one,
that I've had my heart set
for.

She is the young lady I knew
since she and I
had went to school.
She sat in every single one of my classes,
funny how that happens,
and how she makes the time worth stretching,
as the hour signals as it passes.

The hours becomes days,
days weeks, weeks, months into years for me,
but with her, I don't care,
I'm with her, and she with me,
even unto eternity.

The Lord has blessed us with such a fantastic view,
and we always be sure
that He gets His due,
though we could never thank him enough,
for sticking us together,
even through the rough.

To me, she is
my all in all,
my everything,
she's the one
that I gave...
I gave my ring.

I love her
and always have,
always will,
even when
the world shall
forever stand
still.

Still she is to me,
mine.