Despite what conflicts arise
And what I grow sick of,
I always feel snug
While I have your love.

I know my situation;
This is nothing short of fateful.
And though I may not always show it,
I am wildly grateful.

Though we might fail one another,
Sometimes we disagree.
You’ll never go to bed unloved.
That much, I guarantee.

So, I wrote you this rhyme
To show I’m sincere.
Sweetheart, I live you;
If you’ll have me, I’m here.