Ideally Contradictory...

He calls me an angel,
He calls me a princess too,
He’s far… me, nearer to Me.

He’s my giant, my monster;
For he relates me to a Vampire,
A pathological annoyer too.

He asks me to do what he misses the most;
From eating a cheese-cake, to souring my taste-bud with beer.
He’s a self-claimed perfectionist,Oh, how I wish he could be…

He calls me a dim-wit, juggling in some massive pirates’ trade.
I say, he sounds like a pastor,
Christening my name more than I’m born.

Holy vengeance…
Yet so ideally perfect together.

Be it You...

I miss the Eyes, those which saw me;

I miss those Lips, which kissed only me;

I miss that Touch, which vitalized me;

Be it You…I’ll always be.

I remember every reach of yours;

I still feel you inside me;

I still seem to be inside you;

Be it You...I’ll always be.

I shout out silent cries;

I hug invisible you;

I comfort with a stretchless smile;

Be with You...I always miss.

I respect the thoughtful you;

I place you upon my throne

I hold my head under you;

Be it You ...I’ll always be.