I Am His And He Is Mine Poem by Anna Colb

I am his and he is mine.
From day one we knew…
We knew that the spark was there,
We knew that the chemistry was real.

He lifts me up
He holds me close
He kisses away my tears
He loves to boop my nose.

I love sitting with him,
On a quiet Saturday
Both offs reading
While I get back tickles.

He has magic fingers,
That glide across my back,
Causing me to shiver and shake,
Leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

I am his and he is mine,
Always and forever
Never letting go,
For we are combined as one.

He is mine and I am his!