Originally Posted by
BrownEyedStatistic
I'm married.
He keeps me going.
He keeps me hanging on.
He keeps me in touch with reality, yet out of sync with myself.
I love him, adore him, and appreciate is every word--
His slumber
His wake.
Whenever I find myself in a puddle of myself,
He'll be there to pull me back in shape.
Even though I am not perfect,
All though our future is mostly likely grim
My love chooses to stand tall
For me
Through the thick and the thin
And I shall do the same.
I'll hold him in my arms
Till the very end.
You and I and our Little Glass House
(inspired by both this thread and Zero Sum)