My hands are wet,
With tears that flow uncontrollably.
Tears of pain? Maybe of wrath? That would be a bad bet.
Because, these tears comes from love that is real.

Like a dream come true,
And like winter turn into summer.
Like a withered tree finding its root,
I became so alive when i decided not to leave her.

I promised to hold her, cherish her, love her,
Wake her up with a kiss, and send a note even when she is far.
I promised her i would be beside her when the shit goes down,
And fly her to the moon when the earth gives a frown.

With the slightest opportunity,
I would queue.
Even if it means me feeling nitty,
I would queue to tell you i love you.
Because her is you.