For I Wanted

For I wanted to be his glasses,
He would see the world through me

For I wanted to be the strings of his guitar,
Waiting to be plucked by him only to sound sweet

For I wanted to be the ring on his finger,
I would be wrapped around his fingers

For I wanted to be the fret of his instrument,
Eagerly waiting to be touched only to be teased

For I wanted to be the pick he played with,
As I'd be held tight for as long as the melody flowed

For I wanted to be everything about him,
But most importantly, a part of him...