My Lover.

My lover doesn’t give me a rose; he gives me a whole field of flowers, full of colour and beauty.

My lover doesn’t give me chocolates; he gives me the sunrise and sunset, displays of majesty that are feasts for my eyes.

My lover doesn’t give me teddy bears; he gives me people that care about me and hug me like he would.

My lover doesn’t give me a heart-shaped card; he gives me his heart, so precious, so real and true.

My lover doesn’t give me empty words and promises; he sings over me night and day, telling all of his love for me.

My lover isn’t just here sometimes; he is always with me and never leaves me.

My lover isn’t afraid to give himself; he died and sacrificed himself for me, so that I could be with him.

Forever.