Promise me the stars and moon,
And all sorts of silly things,
Like a cricket's song in mid-June,
Or a pair of calico butterfly's wings,
Promise me a tall oak tree,
With many sturdy boughs,
So that they might cast a shade on me,
As you make these silly vows,
Promise me a million things,
And say they might be true,
But not a matter of it to me means,
Because all I want is you,
Promise me to be there always,
With an open heart and laughter,
And always to face a new day.
Like it's our happily ever after.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
Promise me the stars and moon,
And all sorts of silly things,
Like a cricket's song in mid-June,
Or a pair of calico butterfly's wings,
Promise me a tall oak tree,
With many sturdy boughs,
So that they might cast a shade on me,
As you make these silly vows,
Promise me a million things,
And say they might be true,
But not a matter of it to me means,
Because all I want is you,
Promise me to be there always,
With an open heart and laughter,
And always to face a new day.
Like it's our happily ever after.
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