Cling

I want to dig my nails deep into your flesh and never let go. I want to have a grasp of you- forever. I want you to live in my heart until my hairs turn white and the corners of my eyes wrinkle. I want to wake up to your presence and fall asleep to your presence. I cling onto you so desperately, like a mad woman. I want to smell your skin and taste your smile. I want to feel the warmth of your skin against mine. I want to experience your happiness and your sadness- I want to be there through it all. I want you to want me back; I want you to cling to me. I want our hearts to intertwine; I want you to be a part of me and I want to be a part of you. My love was made for you; I was made to love you. I was made to taste you. I was made to cling onto you. I was made for you like the moon was made for the sun and the stars for the moon. I was made to know every inch of your body, even more than I know my own. I was made to carve a smile upon your lips and to cause a burst of laughter out of you. I will do anything it takes to love you until I literally can't any longer; I am yours and you are mine more than I am my own. 

What's the good in smiling when your heart consistently weeps?