This heart pounds fast When my soul gets hurt Then my tear-filled eyes Can not hold anymore So my breathing shifts As my nostrils clog I try to hold it in But my courage fails
An awful sigh departs As my tears well up Just then they break their banks ‘To a stream or two Nature pulls them down Or else they’d gush at you My heart catches fire As more tears spiral down To quench a heart hurt fire In my burnt-up soul.
I love you. So I’ll bind myself with these vows, In front of the bishop, And a crowd of witnesses and gossips, To love and to cherish you, Until death takes me home. Not just on sunny days, I want to stick around through your ugly days, To share in sickness and in health.
Though it scares me to say, I want to go into labor for you, That I might birth your offspring. Children with your very frame. So when I say I love you, I’m acknowledging your village folk, Even when they throw skeptical glances my way, I’ll still respect them. Your mama and papa, Who I haven’t already met- I choose them too, And I will put up with them, Just for you.
And when I say it’s you, I know you can not cook, And that your sink is always full, You never needed a dish rack, You only wash when you have to cook,
I’ve seen the fruit flies in your kitchen, And smelt the stench of your bathroom, But I will still take you, With your burping habit, And reeking feet, If I am choosing you, I’ll take this mixed-up batch.
I have seen you praising Him, Felt your brokenness in prayer, Watched you spread kindness like confetti, I have seen your smile, And heard your contagious laugh, I have seen you work, You never quit till you succeed, I have peeked at your strong arms, With which you’ve lifted many, And I want to trust them too. To lift us up in prayer.
I’ve had dreams and goals, And as I choose you, I’ll ascribe to yours too, To back you up in all you do, And if all my life I be your slave, My poison is you so I’ll take it. When I say I love you, Think of this- there is no shorter route.