My Own

by Ro Wallen

“Once I stood alone, did not know any better. Days meant nothing and nights were something that simply lead into another day………….Then, You, a smile, a word, the warm touch of your hand. The sun rose with a fierceness that lit up my heart, you were mine! From one to two, the stars shown. To never be alone again. What price this gift, I weep with gratitude, and gladly pay! To have you as my own!” RO