Growing, living, thriving, accepting

Scale

You are her king.
But you are my kingdom.

You are her dreams.
But you are my nightmares.
You are her clouds.
But you are my storm.
You are her laughs.
But you are my broken smiles.
You are her rose.
But you are my meadow.
You are her exaggeration.
But you are my simplicity.
You are her announcements.
But you are my secret.
You are her sunlight.
But you are my rain.
You are her guidance.
But you are my risk.

You are forever hers.
But I am forever yours.

She is your miracle, she is your love.
To you, she is all too be spoken.
She must have been sent from Heaven above-
because she is your golden, precious token.
I can only hope to be enough. But what is enough to you? Will my best of the best compare to the jewel you call her? I don't strive to compete. For competition is not of what I want; I strive for you. But what's the point of striving, if I'll just fail?

You are her prince.
But you will always be my fairytale.