untitled; not knowing a name to put on my favorite book of how I love to waking up beside you in the morning. Or any knowledge of metaphors and fallacies that exist to define our love. I cannot put a title of the chemistry between us.
Unentitled; Your heart is not mine to love and your hand not mine to hold. I have no title or claim to any ounce, hair, or breathe that you have but I want it so much. I long to be yours, to be entitled to your everything.