The Poet's Garden of Words

To Ms. Rivera

September 23 2024

From the moment I met you, I knew that I had to make you mine.

Every smile, every laugh . . .

Every glance in my direction ignited a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.

I've tried to brush it off as infatuation or as a fleeting crush, but the truth is . . .

My desire for you only grows stronger with each passing day.

I want to be the only one who gets to see the way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight,
the only one who gets to hear the sweet nothings you whisper in the dead of night.

I know it may seem obsessive, but I can't help the way I feel.

I want to be the one you turn to when you need comfort, the one you run to when you're scared, the one you kiss when you're happy.

I want to be the only one who gets to hold your hand, to feel your touch, to taste your lips.

I want to be the one who gets to love you, truly and deeply, without any competition or distraction.

I want you to be mine and mine alone because the thought of anyone else having you is unbearable.