1 Insecurities

He asked me: "In your future, what do you see? In the end, will it be me?"

Gazing into his eyes, I sigh: "On a hill high, there is a House nigh. The morning sun bright, sheds its light, away flees the night. Here the breeze freely flows, the welcoming happiness glows.

Up in the air, dances the birds singing in the sun's glare: "Beautiful home! O wonderful home, here the creatures of the Earth roam!" Flowers respond: "Never begone, to this home we belong. Sweet dreams the couple within share, kindness is their lair."

This home although small, away will freedom and contentment never

crawl. Enthralled all, my friends in our home may stay, but you alone have the final say.

If still you are uncertain , may you now, close the curtain.

Like a dove, our love will never fail, even when by age we become frail.

For this is our house, and you and only you, are my spouse.

Understand now, that you are my end, to which the future will never bend."