Some may look back on the road not taken,
But I know for a fact that I have not been mistaken.
The road that I chose is beyond compare,
And this is because you are in fact there.
Is this luck or is this fate?
This intricate painting of life we create.
Sometimes when I stare up at the ceiling,
There’s something remarkable,
A peculiar feeling.
Something I never before have felt.
Caused by your words that make my heart melt.
That smile so bright it could outshine the stars.
Your ambitious dreams like living on mars.
Your voice the way it flows like a song.
But yet you fear you’ll never belong.
Maybe it’s you or maybe it’s me.
But I know for a fact that if they don’t see,
You. Your strength. Your impeccable beauty.
They all must be indubitably crazy.
Because in my eyes you’re a gift from above.
You give me strength and a reason to love.
So if you’re ever lost or confused,
Just know that I’ll be there for you.
Is this luck or is this fate?
I suppose the answer I will forever await.
With no clear path it’s still innate,
That I’ll be your leg until the end, checkmate.
