I will protect you. I will hide my weaknesses from you so that you believe I really am all you think I am. I'll tell people off for you. I'll defend you and never second guess it. I'll start fights for you, I'll lose friends.

I won't be able to explain just what makes you so special, but I'll stay under your spell for all of my days. I'll day dream about our wedding, my white dress with the red sash and saying I do in the snow. I'll make lists of names for the children that we dream about filling our lives with. I will, and do want nothing more than to spend my days with you and feel the rhythm of your soul wash over me during our nights...I'll remember how solid you feel in my arms when waves roll through my body and I'm completely out of control, except I'm holding tight to you.

I'll forget my words and things I said I would do, little promises I made. But I'll remember sparkling cider under the stars and the very first I love you. I'll write you 'honey-do' lists and romantic e-mails and naughty text messages. I'll trace hearts and stars in soap bubbles and write my name with your last name attached in fogged over mirrors and dusty shelves. I'll cook if you do the dishes, maybe in twenty or thirty years, I'll be able to flip eggs with some degree of expertise. I'll forgive you for not liking ketchup if you don't try to make me eat tomatoes.

I'll fix you hangover remedies if you hold my hair back when I get morning sickness. I'll tell you bad cannible jokes if you'll smile and laugh and hug me a little tighter. I'll take midnight showers with you where our souls intertwine and with our eyes closed, we see everything for the first time, just don't leave me alone in the dark again. I'll light candles and open the windows to the sound of the rain when we make love after especially long days. I'll never know whats going to happen next, only that your hand is in mine, so we'll be alright.

I'll learn how to ride a horse, if only to make you happy. But when I fall off and break my arm, you better hold my hand the entire way to the hospital. I'll have your children, but you get dibbs on stinky diapers. I'll go camping if promise to kill every bug that enters our home.

I'll get along with your mother, only because I want her at our wedding. I'll learn how to save my money, because you sounded so excited about all the places we could go.

I'll probably never mow the lawn, or be able to change the oil in a car or lose my childish side. But I'll love you until I stop breathing and I will give you the world if only you ask. I love you...