Promises

Somehow, he fell in my way and gracefully disturbed my path,

And an adventure awakened when he took a step to me. 

I slipped on a drop of passion,

And from there grew something extraordinary.

He is picture perfect love humming in my future. 

Together now, we will sing a little melody that consists of who we are.

I will be his broken little barbie, 

And he will be my rusty cowboy doll.

A tornado of thoughts will blow away the doubt that may storm our way.

In the end, I know he will still be clutching my pinky,

Keeping the promises we make on our wedding day.

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