Mine

She is warm in a simple way

She can be hostile to others

But to me she is warm in a simple way

And that is what matters

There are many turns a human heart can take

Her heart decided to go straight to me

She always knew what will take

To make her happy

It was always me

And although she is scared a lot

And although she often carries too much

She would never use the fear to distance herself

To take away her lot

To take away her touch

She is strong

But not a kind of strength that would make the headlines

Not a kind of strength that draws many words

Her power is persistent, even long

It is underrated at the beginning, but in time conquers worlds

She is mine

And that's her favorite part

Because I can see a light bolt dashing her heart

When I tell her she's mine

And altogether, looking at nows and laters

That is what matters