Possessive

You are the poem I cannot write
You're the reality that's deep inside
You brought me a feeling I cannot fight
In the darkness, you stand as my guide

You are the song I cannot sing
You are my servant, you are my king!
In my life, it's only you that can mean
Open my heart, it's filled with your name

You are the dance I can't perform
You are my shelter in the midst of storm
I can never take the idea of having you gone
I wish you'd ask me to marry you soon...

All papers won't be enough to write on
To sing, I couldn't find the perfect tune
I wouldn't want to sell you as I perform
Anyway, nobody would ever understand...

This is the mushiest poem I did for Mhark. ^-^ I wrote it during a practice for a pageant. It turned out to be our monthsary and I didn't have a gift for him. That's why I came up with this mushy poem. ^-^ I like it because it's very innocent and young...