My boy.

My boy.
Every time you smile,
Every time you laugh,
Every time you look at me,
Every time you call my name,
Every time we touch,
Every time we hold each other,

I think to myself,

Why is he in my arms?
Why is he with me?
Why do I have the honour to call him mine?

And then...

Then I remember, all those endless nights,
I would be lying in bed unable to sleep,
And every night,
I would kneel beside my bed, and pray to God,
Begging, that one day I would have a man to call my own,

A man that doesn't know evil,
That doesn't know cheat,
That doesn't know hate,
But he is not to be just a man,
But he is to be the man,

The man who will love me back,
Who will kiss me back,
Who will hold me as tight as I hold him,
And who will not lie when he says he wants to spend eternity together,
Who will spend the night with me and forget the world,
Who will want to be with me always,
Who will want to start a new family with me,

And then I realize,

This is the man I pray for every night,
This is the man I love,
This is God's answer to my prayer,

But He has not sent me just a man,

He has sent me an angel,
In the form of a human,

And every night I thank God,

For without him,
I would not know love,
I would not know true happiness,

And then I say...

He is mine until the end of time,
My boy ❤

G.