I know our paths are hard to see. They twist and turn and bend and flee.
They dip and dive and curve up high sometimes disappear into the sky.
But just in case-somewhere down the road. Your path meets mine in some abode.
I want you to know that nothing has changed. My heart is yours forever chained. And until the sky comes crashing down, or God Himself comes into town.
And tares me away from the earth, or buries me deep within the dirt.
Or until my heart no longer beats, until my lungs with breath do cease.
Until I am no longer me. Was or are, can or be.
Until I stop all functions of- you I promise to always love.