You Belong To Me

You belong to me, and I belong to you two souls inscribed in the same eternal vow. I’m your king, and you’re my queen, crowned not by gold, but by the covenant we keep. You’re the only one I need, the only one I ever needed; before you, my heart was an empty throne, now it reigns full. Babe, you belong to me to my mornings, my midnight prayers, my every unspoken name for love. I’m a boat adrift on restless waters, and you are my rudder, steadying my course, turning chaos into purpose with a single glance. When you look at me, you send electric love shock right through my body — lightning that doesn’t destroy, but awakens every sleeping part of me. They say love is in the air; that’s a lie love is in the heart, pounding, sacred, unborrowed. From the very first day I saw you, time bowed and the universe grew quiet, for you lit up my world like nobody else, a dawn that refused to set. The way you flip your hair leaves me overwhelmed, a simple gesture that undoes me, like scripture unfolding. Your laughter is my homeland; your silence, my sanctuary. Your name on my lips is a prayer I never tire of speaking. So let the world spin mad with its fleeting affections we are anchored,