I will be your fool, Love, and everyone will wonder if my love for you has gone totally blind. I will.
I will be your fountain and on the mountain I will stand and still proclaim my undying love for you, Love. I will.
I will make you my ‘one and only’ even if there are many “one and only” to you. I will.
I will stop looking at all the other men and deny their existence and keep this look only for you. I will.
I will; even if you look at hundreds of women with lust and wish they could make your night bliss. I will.
I will make you remain my man even if I am not your only woman. I will.
I will cry every night because of the pain that you bring forth but in the morning I will love you still. I will.
I will dress in the longest or shortest dress you pick for me to wear even if it means looking like the figure you saw on the magazine and probably wished it were your girl. I will.
I will listen to all the advices that are of advantage to you even if it hurts, deep in the heart. I will.
I will stop talking with them; those that make your anger fume, if you ask. I will.
I will follow you till the ends of the earth if you ask me to …and remain constant and silent and stationary if you decide to leave…me…alone. I will.
I will, Love, I will.
