In your sky,
I long to be that moon—
the one you gaze at in wonder.

In your sweltering heat,
I wish to be the breeze—
gently brushing across your skin.

I wish to earn the right
to wipe the dampness from your hair,
with care only love can hold.

On your lips,
let me be the reason
for those sudden, silent smiles.

Let me be the woman
who holds the sacred right—
to your soul, your silence, your storm.

I want to walk beside you,
with every step you take.

And in the end,
I want nothing more
than to be yours—
only yours.

Will you give me that right?