The Vow
I can't promise you perfection.
All I can promise you, is me.
Will you remember the beauty of my soul, when you're swirling about in the eye of the raging storm I can sometimes be? Or will you throw your hands in the air and give up on me, when every moment is not blissfully romantic?
I can't promise you perfection.
All I can promise you, is me.
I may fight with you and seem as if I'm pushing you away. Will you remember why you love me and fight for me, cause you know my worth?
I need you to know that I will fight harder for you, than I ever could against you.
I can't promise you perfection.
All I can promise you, is me.
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