You've painted me a picture with the beautiful words you say, and make me fall more in love with you with every passing day.

Starting with thoughts of you and ending with kisses from memory, holding onto what we have and what I hope will eventually be.

But behind that picture, the part I chose not to see, someone shares your life, your love, someone who isn't me.

Are you mine or is she yours, I know you've told me this before, but I've been burned so many times, I just wish I knew for sure.

Am I too understanding, too dismissive of it all, set on having something not mine, too willing to take the fall?

My love, I will wait for you, as long as it has to be, though my head is spinning stories and overrun with jealousy.

Because someday soon I know you'll be all mine, no one else to take you away, to steal our precious time.

And in that picture, the one I see in my dreams, you'll hold me tight and there we'll be, alone together, you and me.