I look at you
I want more time
To spend it all
Within your arms
I need to be, the one you need
To make you smile
Your lucky charm.
When times were hard
You made me calm
You felt my pain
You held my hand
Became the man.
You taught me how to love
You always calmed my fears
You once asked if i had regrets
I'd do it all again.
You were made for me and i for you
Written in the stars
My world aligns with you
You orbit with the grace of a dove
My heart and soul
My Cosmic love.
About the Creator
Immanuel Abiodun
Author, Philosopher & Philanthropist
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