Though this dull life of mine may wish,
may hope with every fiber of my being to bring you joy;
There are some things that I can never promise you.

I can't promise you that there will be no more tears,
that sadness will not befall those precious cheeks.
That worries won't sprout and drown out the sun.
I can't promise you that anger will never arise,
and there won't be days were harsh words are said,
and mistakes made.
I can't promise you every second of my life,
my clock beating in constant rhythm to yours.
Nor can you promise me yours.
There will be sadness,
there will be pain.
Tough times will form,
and waves will clash.
But what I can promise you is the sun after the storm.
Just as bad times are inevitable, they will never out-weigh the good.
I can promise you smiles, giggles, and joy;
my heart longing only for yours.
Don't you see the spell you cast around my heart?
you bound it in your words,
chained in your smile.
Though troubling times will be present,
we can always move through the storm.