To be a thought in his mind.
To be a place he spends his time.
To be the carrier of his heart.
To feel together though apart.
To be the words on his tongue.
To be the truth behind his wrongs. To be the vision in his eyes.
To be the Angel by his side.
To be alive because he exist.
Upon his lips, be carnal bliss.
To merge the innocent with the whore.
To be an adventure he explores.
To be the beauty in his hum.
To be the songs he plays for fun.
To be his below and his above.
To be his need. To be his meaning.
To be his Love.
Written by S.K.Jackson