What am I to you he asked;
I said,”you’re not just a part of my story,
But the story of me.
The only one that I want to be written about.
And, I know it isn’t perfect,
But it is the only story that makes my heart race.
And, I’ll write about you to the world until we become history,
To the moon until we become myth,
To the sky until we forget
We’ll die like the stars,
And as long as I know that,
Holding your hand,
I’ll be okay”.
So will you…
HAPPY NEW MONTH BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE