Till you want to be mine... A Poetic Mind

The light I was looking for,

Is finally in front of me.

It fell on my face

And made me swing with glee.


You became a friend,

You gave me hope.

I wasn't prepared,

You helped me cope.


We talked for hours,

Our hearts were filled,

Our emotions would flow,

And loneliness got killed.


Before we knew,

We got so close.

As the shyness dropped,

Our relationship rose.


Holding your hands

In good and bad times,

I will walk with you,

Till you want to be mine.




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