Wrote for my husband Jonathan. A poem of promise. |
PROMISES I wish I had more to offer you then just a wounded heart, a wondering soul, and a simple promise. But, you see these are the only things left of me. I can only hope that they are enough. If you truly think it, a Promise is a lot like a secret. Secrets are meant to be cherished and guarded. But also, and most importantly, they are mean to be Kept. I’ll start by saying that I won’t promise you that tomorrow will be beautiful, Or that hard times won’t sometimes find us, We know they will. But wh about at I can say is this: My wounded heart is full of love, And let’s face it our wondering souls have wondered into each other’s lives for a reason. I am in hopes that you too Believe, As I do, That we are simply meant to be. And also this, I promise to love you with everything I have until Forever Ends or until the end of my days, Whichever comes first. I promise to always give you the honesty and respect that you deserve. I promise to always make you smile and remind you of just how truly Amazing you really are. Every-Single day. I promise to always love you for you and not try to change who you are. You are perfectly imperfect for me. I also promise to always stand beside you good, bad, or indifferent. And most importantly, I promise to always Believe in Us. D.A.C 11/17/2020 |