She floated among ruins
They were hers
Obliterated
Haunted

Every stone was broken
They were hers
Neglected
Crushed

The windows laid in pieces
They were hers
Shattered
Opaque

The doors no longer framed
They were hers
Splintered
Useless

The ruins are where she was
They were hers
Beaten
Forgotten

She floated out to sea
It wasn't hers
Frightened
Lost

She found a peaceful harbor
It wasn't hers
Cautious
Unsure

She stood upon the shore
It wasn't hers
Beauty
Peace

She gathered many stones
Now they're hers
Carved
Perfect

She crafted many windows
Now they're hers
Transparent
Shiny

She crafted many doors
Now they're hers
Closed
Open

She lives within this house
Now it's hers
Love
Joy

I want you to be mine, but you're hers
I want to be yours too, but you're hers
I want to cuddle with you, but you're hers
I want to kiss you all day and all night, but you're hers
I want to be your everything, but you're hers
And I want you to be the same for me, but you're hers
There are so many things I want to do with you but can't
All
Because
*You're hers

His:
My palms were sweaty
and heavy, but perhaps
the heaviest thing about them
were the two concert tickets
I was gripping tightly in my left hand.

Hers:
His smile was like a bonfire;
warm and you always wanted to bring your body closer
just to feel more of that warmth.
His palms were also sweaty.
Some of my friends say it was gross,
but I will always remember it
as one of the most charming things about him.

His:
I picked her up around 7.
Met her parents and said we'd be home by midnight.
Her father likes the Cardinals.
I'm a Cubs fan.
Yeah...

Hers:
My father is a Cardinals fan,
and he was a Cubs fan.
But, what I didn't tell him,
was that my mother was a Cubs fan too.
My father won't say it,
but he approved of him instantly.
Mom, if you can hear me up there,
thank you.

His:
Her father scared the living daylights out of me.
We came back at 12:06, and her father says
"You're six minutes late young man!
That's it! You're not allowed to..."
and as my heart is sinking he says
"I'm just kidding bud. Thanks for getting her home safe."
She still won't let me live that down.

Hers:
He was so sweet to my parents,
even after dad tried to scare him out of his wits,
he said, "Sir, with all do respect
that may have just been the most mortifying moment of my life."
I walked him out, still teasing him.
With this sassy looking face and a furrowed brow
he kissed me goodnight and said
"I only got scared because we've only just begun."
I think that's when I fell in love with him.

His:
Good God I must have looked like a *****.
I ask her jokingly every now and again
"When did you fall in love with me?"
All she does is chuckle and say
"When dad scared the hell out of you."
I think what scares me more now,
is that I know there's a part of her that's serious,
and I like that. I don't really understand why,
I just do.

Hers:
I couldn't wait to see him again.
I asked mom and dad what they thought of him
and mom said "He's a keeper."
Dad said "He reminds me of your mother;
Clumsy, easy to tease, but you can't help but love the kid."
Mom punched him on the shoulder
and then gave dad a kiss.
They both agreed and said "We'll allow it."
I was so happy to hear that.