The Promise 

Author Unknown

The sun danced on the snow
with a glittering smile,
As two lovers sat quietly,
alone for a while.

Then he turned and said, with
a casual air,
(Though he blushed from his
toes to the tips of his hair)

“I think I’d quite like
to get married to you.”

“Well then,” she said,
“well there’s a thought,
But what if we can’t vow
to be all that we ought?

Can you promise me, say, you
won’t grumble and shout
If I’m late yet again when
we plan to go out?

For I know I can’t say that I’ll learn to ignore
Dirty socks and damp towels
strewn all over the floor.

So if we can’t promise to
be all that we should,
I’m not sure what to do,
though the idea’s quite good.”

But he gently smiled and tilted
his head
Till his lips met her ear,
then softly he said,

“I promise, to weave my dreams
into your own.
That wherever you breathe shall
be my heart’s home.

I promise, that whether with
rags or with gold I am blessed,
Your smile is the jewel I shall
treasure the best.

Do you think then, my love,
we should marry, do you?”
“Yes,” she said smiling
“I do.”