God must not have remembered creating you.

Otherwise, you would have never been born human.

You would still be in the heavens serving as his angel of joy.

Because that is what you bring to peoples lives.

Joy and happiness are what we all long for.

I am fortunate because that is what I get when you are at my door.

Maybe when God discovers you missing he will steal you away.

How can I blame him? I would do the same!

The power you have over me is astronomical and insane.

You handle it well and hardly ever complain.

I often wonder what I did to deserve you.

I sometimes feel like damaged goods, and often live in the hood!

We complete each other in some mysterious way.

We are both unique.

In love and scared.

Hardly prepared.

Love is a game of truth and dare!

A reason to live, a reason to care.

You are my oxygen…my air.

My everything.

Most of all my inspiration.

Proof that people are kind and genuine.

My reason to wake up again.