BY ANGELA MORIN
I promise to sing to you
every time “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” comes on.
To always open the car door for you
and to throw you out of the way when you try to fight me.
To have the best conversations with you
and to come up with fun games to pass the time.
To keep secrets from you
and to taunt you with them.
To say I’m going to bed after you,
knowing full well it isn’t always going to happen.
Soon enough, my promise
will be a vow:
To care for you, even though you resist most of the time.
To have a life with you, however long that takes.
To grow old with you, never letting you forget your beauty.
To love you, especially when you can’t love yourself.