Mine

He only shows how he feels when he's sleepy, his room is always a mess, he goes out to by me food even when he's terribly dressed.

He care for me in every why but doesn't say a word, he always speaks the truth even when he isn't heard.

He loves me and I love him. It's just the way it is. He is mine and I am his.

Our love is strange but unique, just like the way we dream about each other in our sleep. His hands are big and tough, but show me so much love. Threw the fights that we have our passion an yearning for each other grow.