She Is Mine

I wait patiently for the day

When he realizes

He wants me;

More than air


Even clothing.

When the desire for me

In his arms

Surpasses his need

For autonomy.

I wait patiently

For the moment

He wants me

And tells me


Inside his heart.


I wait for the one

That first whispers to me,

Then shouts to the world..


She is mine.



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