"I don't ask for much," she says.
"I give a lot, hoping
That my wish might be considered,"
She tells me with her eyes turned down,
A mumble in her tone.
"And what's this one thing," I ask,
"This tiny little thing
That you would give up so much love
To call your own?"
"I want to be special,
I want to be loved,
I want to be with someone,
I want to be the first one someone thinks of,
I want to be the object, the recipient of love.
"So if that's too much to ask for,
I'll just be on my way - "
She stops,
I take her hand in mine.
"Isn't that our only wish,
For someone to believe?"
"It isn't all that simple,
And people say a lot of things,
Relationships get complicated,
Much as I - "
She stops,
With a tug against her hand.
"And what if I said,
That you are special,
That I love you,
That I want to be with you,
That you're the first one I think of,
That I want to give you everything,
And in return - will you stay with me,
And never let me go?"
She smiles,
And I feel invincible.
"I'll follow you forever,
And I'll never let you go." |
Submission Name: Invincible
