.you.
I've waited a hundred years,
but I could wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for what the
privilege of being yours would do.
Your love is a turning page,
where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line,
every touch is a redefining phrase.
I surrender who I've been for who you are,
for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it how it feels to be yours,
well I would have known what I've been living for all along.
And the story we will tell,
I know we'll tell it well.
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