Poor Man's Romance

I will not promise to meet you in Rome and sweep you off your feet. I will not promise to buy you a house as an engagement present. I will not promise you a 10 ct diamond ring or to give you the life of your dreams.

I am a hopeless romantic. A poor hopeless romantic. When I say poor, I mean that I have nothing to offer a woman but all of me. I may not be able to provide you with the finer things in life but that will not make me love you less. I promise to love you.

I will promise to take you out to places that have real napkins and some that don't. I promise to grab your favorite candy bar when in line at the supermarket. I will make sure to pick up my dirty clothes from time to time and I will always put the seat back down. I will wear the sweater you bought me and I will be happy with whatever color you want to paint the bathroom. I will not promise to enjoy it but I will watch sappy girly movies with you and promise to not make fun of you when they make you cry. I promise to love you.

I promise to think about you first. I promise to listen to you and I promise to not try to solve all your problems before you are done talking about them. I will mean it when I tell you I love you and I will tell you everyday. I will want to be with you when you are sick and I will care for you until you are well again. I will be honest and loyal. I will not bring up old wounds during arguments and I will never compare you to your mother. I promise to provide for you all you will need and do my best to give you what you want. I promise to love you.

I will not offer you the moon for it is not mine to give but as long as it stands in the sky, I will be true to you and you alone. Faithfully and forever. All I can give, I will give. I promise.