I was sentenced to life imprisonment by love.
I came to the end of the road of self hatred.
No matter how much rain fell on me, how deep I swam in the ocean,
I could not washed off the self sabotage stains.
You drifted in as a message in a bottle.
I read you more than a message.
You are full of life and fascinating.
I read you more like a book.
To me you are an open book,
I know all the mysteries and wonders of you.
My emotions follow you around,
from childlike innocent giggles,
blushing cheeks cuteness,
to grief and lost sadness,
heart wrenching sobs.
You let me read you like a book.
A world I stumbled into where treasures were found.
A place I rest upon to call home.
With you, I am finally enough!