People don't understand why we're still together.
Even after we've faced our fair share of bad weather.
They don't get why I still love you so.
Even after all the times you've told me to go.
They can't comprehend why I still kiss your lips.
Even after you come back from one of your 'business trips'.
They act like loving you is considered a crime.
Even after you've lied to me, time after time.
They try to convince me to come to my senses.
To tell me that 'a girl like you' could never be a Mrs.
But what they don't know is that I don't care.
How many times you've had an affair.
Because no matter how many times you leave me lonely.
You'll still be my one and only.
I know the reasons behind all of your actions.
Which is why my heart hasn't split into fractions.
I know that you're scared of giving your heart away after him.
But I promise, with me, that won't happen again.
I won't break your heart for my own selfish gain.
To harm something so precious would cause me nothing but pain.
I guarantee that I'll be stand by you, no matter what you do.
Because, when push comes to shove, I'll always love you.
I know that you aren't perfect, most claim that it's plain to see.
But it doesn't matter what they say, because you're perfect to me.
So what if you have a thing for knives?
None of the neighbors can say that for their wives.
So what if you've demanded (several times) that I go away?
I know it's only because you want reassurance that I'll stay.
So what if you've had a few one night stands?
It's not going to stop me from asking your hand.
You're almost done with this poem, and should know where it's going.
But I'll get on one knee, just in case you aren't knowing.
Natalya, my love, the woman of my dreams.
Will you, pretty please, marry me?
