Hey, City Boy,

My soul was sold the moment you asked for my hand.

I left my home, my maiden dolls.

You brought the land; I built the house.

You kept the stable, I fed the horse.

Once, I asked you to go on hike in times of storms.

And you insist we stay in bed.

There is always a way of you protecting me that I don’t trully understand.

But, always feels protected.

Lets say it to the world,

That we are different in person,

But never not in love with each other preference.

Of course, some mornings we cried; other times, we fed the silence.

Some nights, though we lay in the same bed, we were far away.

Yet we woke each day knowing we’d stand tall better together.

We grew closer, not just as lovers, but as friends, as partners.

You became more like my father, and I, more like your mother.

And if today we tend a garden, tomorrow we’ll dream of a prairie.

We believe we can grow many more;

little versions of us.

We believe we last. Because we never stop dreaming.

And as long as I am powerful in your presence,

You are, too.