To keep my heart, a man must first be true,
In word and deed, with every passing day.
Respect me always, as the sun doth rise,
And let no shadow in his love betray.

He’ll pay for meals, yet I shall gift him too,
And patient wait ‘til passion’s rightful time.
He must be a man, not child in selfish games,
No other shall he seek, no trust decline.

Let not his friends steal all his time away,
For I must know my worth is held above.
His work and life in balance must be kept,
That we may walk together, hand in glove.

When troubles come, he shall not turn and flee,
But face with me the storms that tear apart.
And I must feel my words and tears are heard,
My soul embraced, and taken to his heart.

Sweet words and touches through the day he’ll give,
And effort shall he show to make us thrive.
For only in such honest, gentle ways,
Will love be kept, and held through all our days.