Less than ten minutes
That's all I could claim of your time today.
Still I'm flying a mile high.
Face sore from excessive grinning.
Happy and singing, loving you.
Wishing to spend hours, days, years,
Just holding, talking, being with you.
Telling myself to be content.
Taking what you can give, giving all that I can.
Wishing for more, knowing the futility of it.
Telling myself I'm not jealous.
To love someone so much can't be wrong.
I'd rather share than do without.
Only saying "Mine" to myself