His hands intertwined in my own, while his eyes focused on the depths of my cornea

I smiled before I realized how blessed I am to be incorporated in the story of

Me and him

With all those teacups that were shattered through anger, and all those laughs that had sprouted through joy

Our love produced nothing but magic, nothing but tenderness, and our little boy

Do I deserve the breathtaking blessing of obtaining the “one”

well that I do not know

But will I ever take for granted the magic disguised as love?

Not if I have legs to move, and nerves to think

For the focus we give each other, will last forevermore