“You are mine, Madison. You’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it and neither did I, but you’re mine, sweetheart, all mine and I’m never going to let you go.”
“I’m sorry I fought you, Mace,” I whispered. “But now that you’re mine again, I’m never going to let you go.”
“You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go”
“If you were mine, I would never let you go.”
“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”
“You are a child of mine,Born of my own design,And you bear the hard of life.No matter where you go,Oh, you will always know,That you've been made free in Christ,And you are a child of mine! ”