Mine

I had forgotten what it was like to have someone,

I can remember again now.

I have a person of my own,

She belongs to me.

In more ways than one,

She is mine.

I do not have to worry about her leaving me,

About her finding someone better.

Because I possess her,

And none can touch her but I.

No worries of love,

Or questions of me.

She gives me what I ask,

And is pleased with what I choose to give in turn.

Happy?

I would not say that,

But perhaps content.

Happy might happen though,

It could.