Our Promise Through the Years

Trying to figure out the right lines
And the right rhymes.
Keep remembering those good times.
Thinking back to when I said yes
And was wishing there was more than less.
Life can always be a mess,
but eventually you get it, I guess.
Thinking back to when you asked
And I cried.
Back to when we were looking
at them sparkly things.
The rings all glistenin’
Wish I would have gotten,
the one that fit best.
Thin band, large stone.
It was a little big,
but if it’s not the real one
who cares? Our journey has just begun.
The stones may have been fake,
But it’s the looks people will take.
They’ll ask if we’re engaged
We’ll say our parents are enraged.
Thinking back to those words asked though the phone
said in that heartfelt tone.
Then the words I said all on my own,
that I wanted a ring not a rock.
We laughed and we cried.
The knot we said, will one day be tied.
One day that little ring
will turn into more.
Then another day it will
become a life.
Until then,
the promises remain.
For you and I are still a burning flame.