Half a year,
All my heart.
Who would have thought
It would start?
A simple message,
A sweet reply,
Lord knows I needed
You to supply.  Your sweet approach,
Your tender hands—
All I can say is,
What a man!
You show you love me
In such simple ways,
Just speaking to me
Every day.  That’s six months of sweet passion,
Filled with kisses,
And yes, a lot of “Oh, how I miss this.”
But moments spent with you
Are the best—
You make me feel wanted and needed,
Not like a guest.  You captured me,
My heart, my soul.
Just promise me
You’ll never let go.
I’ll continue to work on my patience
With time—
I know, though I can’t have you always,
I can still call you mine.  You’re my sweet man,
My babu, my lover,
My friend,
My baby, my sweetheart,
My shoulder—
The beginning of my day
And my end.