if i promise you poetry,
oh will you my love, always be there; listening as oh i’d recite all that i’ve ever felt for you?
if i promise you an eternity of friendship,
oh would you my love, take my hand and walk on this journey with me?
if i promise you warmth,
oh would you my love, cuddle with me, through the early mornings, until oh the sun would set?
if i promise you passion, my love;
would you make love to me, underneath an open sky, only to lose ourselves, in a symphony of our own?
if i promise you a safe haven,
oh my love, would you hold my hand, while oh you lay curled up in my embrace, until oh the storm would pass?
if i promise you saving,
then, oh would you my love share the insecurities to you, and all that it is; that keeps you from sleeping at night?
if i promise you care,
oh would you my love, let me take care of you?
if i promise you dreams,
oh would you allow me my love, to be your biggest fan, as you set out to achieve something, which oh so many of them thought you never could?
if i promise you love,
oh would you, my love; love me back?
if i promise you a house,
oh would you stand by my side, so as to build us a home?
if i promise you children,
oh would you be a willing, my love; to harbor our daughters, in your womb?
if i promise you, incomplete
oh my love, would you be willing to be the one,
that oh completes me?