He Is Real And He Is Mine

A figment of my imagination? No he's not.

He's much more then that.

He is the thought that gets me through the day.

The voice that makes my heart pace.

He seems to good to be real, yet he's right here.

And he is mine.

His laugh, musical to my ears.

His smile, though I can't see it, makes me smile.

He seems like he is to good to be real.

But he is real.

And he's mine.

Time. There never seems to be enough of it when I'm

with him.

My heart beats through my chest just thinking of his

name alone.

And when he says my name..no words can take the

place of that feeling.

I count the time until I can hear his voice again.

Does he do the same? I can only wonder.

There's so much to him that only I can see.

But guess what..He is mine. And he is with me.

It seems selfish to want to lock him up and keep him

for myself.

But I can't help it. I don't want to share him.

I can say no more, cause all thats left to say is he is

real, and he is mine.