Your eyes — My gold.
Your prize — My soul.
Your lies — My holds.
You’re mine — I’m yours.
Your fingers squished my cheeks,
Forcing a pout that you cherished.
I close my left eye as I squeak,
Causing a laugh that never perished.
Your love language is touch,
Mine is your speech.
Just touch my lips with such,
And let the arms of our hearts reach.
Your why’s — My so’s.
Your cries — My woes.
Your ties — My bows.
You’re mine — I’m yours.
Though our sticks don’t cause smoke,
We’re still living at an all-time high.
I just wish that we don’t choke —
As we’re just getting started to fly.
Free from the world set to destroy,
Stuck inside the maturities of now.
Adults now — though I’m still your boy,
You’re still my girl even after our vow.
Your I’s — My O’s.
Your rhymes — My quotes.
Your time — My flows.
Yes, you’re mine and I’m yours…
