I won’t love you perfectly.
I’ll tell you that right now.
I will break and fall apart.
I will scream and cry.
I will even give up a few times.
I am far from perfect.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you
In fact it means I love you more.
I’m not going to pretend to be some perfect woman vision for you
And I don’t expect you to be some macho man with axe in hand.
No you will be you as long as I get to be me.
We will fight
We will scream
We will cry
But most of all we will love.
I look forward to the honey moon months.
The times we stare into each others eyes
And only ever find ourselves there.
But I look forward more to the quiet months.
The months when the kids are gone
And we are aging
When a date out means a quick meal
And home by 9 o’clock to sit on the couch in our pajamas and watch tv.
I do not demand constant adoration
But consistent love is what I expect.
I do not seek the perfect man
Because I am not a perfect woman.
But baby we are going to love each other perfectly
And not the Hollywood perfect
But the way you and I are perfect.