I swear,
if you take me for my faults,
etch yours into my flesh and I will wear them proudly,
for I am yours,
even if you are not mine.

Carve your name into my lungs,
so they may expand to display the beauty  of your name,
and in an effort to show the world,
they will bruise my rib cage,
and you may take each of them and throw them away,
for you are my eve;
I could not wish for anyone else.