You are my warm sun-ray on a gloomy January day
You are my rush of dopamine when all I feel is hopelessness
You’ve stayed despite the things I say You are a gentle stream littered with soft pink lotuses

You could have better
But you chose me
I feel light as a feather
Floating through the sea

Do you feel gratified?
Oh how I love you so
Still I’m horrified
Please don’t let me go

My love
A dove