To be his ( Original poem + art by Poeticsnake)

To be his,

Before his arms closed around my soul, my spirit was but a empty shell.
Cold and rain where master over my tired and bruised body.
Darkness was King and ruled within me with harsh hands.
My heart frozen in time, broken and waiting for his gentle touch.

He came, he conquered my sight, stole my vision right away.
His words stealing my mind and his touch wrapping around my heart.
Darkness was defeated by the light that swirled around him like a burning flame.
My heart feeling the warmth of his tenderness, the heat of his love.

No longer do I face the struggles and the pain of life alone.
No more tears will be streaming from my sparkling eyes like rivers.
No more agony will settle in my now wild beating heart.
No more, no longer, because I am not alone.

To be his, is a dream come true.
To feel, to breathe, to live at his side.
To be safe, to be loved, to be together!