Can I Call You?

Can I call you Rose, because you're beautiful and rare, With petals soft as moonlight and thorns that show you care? You bloom in all my darkest hours, fragrant and divine, A garden in the chaos, delicate by design. Can I call you mine, not as possession but as home, Like you're the place I'm meant to be whenever I feel alone? Not to own you but to cherish, not to cage but to protect, Can I call you mine and give you all the love and respect? Can I call you my happy pill, my remedy, my cure? The antidote to every pain I thought I'd just endure. You medicate my sadness with your smile and your touch, A prescription for my soul that I can't get enough. Can I call you everything— my sunrise, my moonlight, my air, My peace, my chaos, my poetry, my future and my sole affair? Can I give you names that barely scratch what you really mean, Because no words could capture you— the best I've ever seen?