My Way

I am sure of it, you have heard this before.
These three words repeated, endlessly from days of yore.
Akin to tracks on broken record, senseless,
In time, sadly, their existence become meaningless.
And though I am afraid and wary, it's scary,
To be deprived of you I'd be crazy legally.
And I want to fine with each passing day,
Every avenue, my dear, to love you in my own way.

To watch the first light of morning dawn on your face,
And the last moment of each day, end in your embrace.
To be the voice you hear first when you awake,
Yet be the last, your heart and soul to take.
The first to steal your heart with serenades,
And in the end intertwine our inevitable fates.
For though you know love and swear you won't sway,
I want to love you in my own special way.

When the times may be harsh, to pull you through,
And in your arms, I know, be complete with you.
Swear for better or for worst to be your sole companion,
Soar on your wings, free and trusting, into blissful oblivion.
When the world around, into chaos, does furiously fall,
We'll have each other, an unfailing, locked off wall.
And though these three words prudently you may say,
I shall say it again, I want to love you in my own way.

Oh tonight I wish you were here,
I would hold you close for all your years.
Suspended in a secluded world, just us two,
Together see the whole world anew,
And these three words for us shall be a covenant,
"I love you." Eternal, in our hearts permanent.
Headlong, for you, I shall stand up to the fray,
For, Danai, I love you in my own unique way.