I have tried to be blind in love like other women
Inevitably veering, can’t unsee, cut cords when narratives of love no longer make sense,
Many a heart has tried to capture mine and make it sing,
But a good marriage is constructed day by day, it’s not just a pretty ring,
Eyes open, the tapered candle sighs,
If you’re willing to admit you were wrong, I’m willing to wake up next to you, the rest of our lives.