I see the end of my life in you,
like a flame that understands
its own destruction.

Before any vow was ever spoken,
I already belonged to you—
from the very first moment
my eyes met your emerald gaze.

If this is the end,
let me receive it
in your arms.

My beginning
has always borne your name.

I do not fall—
I am drawn,
like a devout believer
answering the call of God.

Loving you was never a choice.
It was a commitment.

And if I must be broken,
let it be by your hand—
for even in ruin,
I know where I belong.

You hold my heart,
you hold my fate,
you hold my existence.

I am no longer the one who chooses.
I am the result.

I belong to you—
not as one who is kept,
but as one who is ruled.