Commitment
I know that the movie was not your first choice,
and the concert we went to, to you, was just noise.
The place where we ate was, by no means, your fave,
and the bar that we frequent does not make you rave.
The hair in the sink sometimes drives you insane,
and my lack of discretion can cause you the same.
From tracks on the carpet to clothes on the floor,
you never show signs that you ever are sore.
Forgetfull and thoughtless are words that describe,
all the folks known to belong to my tribe.
A-million-and-one are the things that I do,
that turns your complexion a bright, reddish hue.
But you "grin and bare" all the things I can throw,
and still, proudly, claim that I am your beau.
So, thank you for staying this twenty-odd years,
for we've beaten the demons; and all of our fsears.
I know that the road we are on goes both ways,
and we both have the good and the bad in our days.
We each have our own private burden to bear,
and each of us; more than just willing to share.
The life that we've built has not been a mistake,
for we both made the promise to never forsake.
My heart, sometimes broken, sometimes not in line,
will always, forever, be yours, for all time.