Better Days

Hopeless romantic, you name me, as if a diminished plea
Yet still a thousand words I'd give to utter my undying vow
Time and time again I remind myself not what I say but to be
As I become love in more than words but in the how

Learning time and again what my best intentions phrase
Growing up in the humble boast of this demand
Expectations taking shape to give you better days
But by the grace of God, I will do everything I can

Mercy bridges fortified over the chasm of former bitterness
Of past lives and disappointments like the blemish of an invisible scar
We will not be robbed of our joy despite fluctuating happiness
As we assure each other of what's to come and who we really are

Splinted against the backbone of our mutual desire
To both please and to fulfill each other as we harness our own fire...