Mine

I wish you were mine,

to rest in my arms when the night grows cold,

to lean upon me when the weight of the world

presses too heavy on your soul.

I wish I could hold you close,

to trace the lines of your weary hands,

to be the gentle place

where all your burdens fall away.

I wish I could care for you,

not in fleeting gestures,

but with a love steadfast and whole—

to guard your heart as though it were my own.

I wish I could kiss you softly,

not merely with lips,

but with every vow unspoken,

every promise I long to keep.

I wish I could give you all of me,

in the truest, purest way love allows—

to honor you, to cherish you,

to be the one who stands beside you

through every season,

every storm,

every hour yet to come.