Mine ?

She wasn't what I wanted 
She wasn't what I hoped for
She was what I needed and so much more. 
She became my every day, 
My every week, my every way 
Her scent was like my drug 
Just seeing her I knew I wanted love 
Watching her eyes light up like a summer sun 
I needed her to be the one 
Sure she wasn't perfect to the rest of society 
But 
To me her blemishes and scars were all I wanted to see 
She was so very timid 
So held back 
and cold 
I craved the feel of her love 
if it wouldn't be too bold 
I wanted to be her medicine 
To whatever broken fate she had suffered 
I wanted myself to be her drug 
To make her happy rather than sad 
She was so bright in many different ways 
If you would have seen her smile you would be smiling too
For days 
I found myself addicted 
to her entire being 
I couldn't get enough 
Couldn't imagine her leaving.