Because I am his, and he is mine,
two souls are we, to stand together
hand in hand, in perfect step,
none more suited for the other.
There are no others for me here,
because I am his, and he is mine,
we watch the years slip past,
blended family into one.
I wait for him as hours trickle by,
and the silence yawns on, dark and deep.
Because I am his, and he is mine,
I wait, I listen, and I hope for my love.
There will come a day of simple bliss,
of us together, time shared, bodies entwined
and our lives as one, simply just:
Because I am his, and he is mine.