Yours

Is it my fault that I met you by chance,

like what people say destiny?

Or am I just being delusional?

With your name engraved on my fingers,

like the red string attached to my ring finger,

all I want to be is yours.

Your scent filled in my home,

your whispers catching my soul.

It started by wanting to know you,

To wanting to be with you.

You became my home by chance,

comforting me without you knowing.

You became the owner of me,

without even asking my permission.

I hope someday I will be yours,

even if it takes all my life, or a whole reincarnation...

What am I? Obsessed? Delusional?

or Yours?