Dear future partner.

Don’t worry much about anything

When you decide to

Grow old with me

Panic not about

The amount of money

You think you should

Pay to my parents

As a dowry.

Because marriage surly is not

An occupation between you and my parents,

It’s not about

Where you put your signature

And deal me with the affordable

Number of zeros you can put after any digit.

It’s not about

Making you feel that

I am solely your responsibility,

After leaving the place I grew up in.

It’s not about

You first purchase me and then ban me from

Being who I am and who I am meant to be

If only marriage could mean

My parents selling me and you buying me

There is no price on earth

Not even unlimited zeros digits after digits

That can buy you

The person I am..

Because all the way up here

My parents made me who I am today,

They taught me, the value of limitless bonding,

To love endlessly embracing my faults too,

To trust and keep hoping when days are ruined,

To be someone’s shinning sun when surrounded by heavy clouds,

To sing the melodious songs while the pendulum of life moves to and fro,

To never give up struggles and hard work determination and motivation

To apologize when I know I am wrong and

To live like a legend not refusing to stop shining when I know I am right.

To be array of hope sparkling enough to make life worth living.

To love limitless without explanation, justification and protestation

To be independent enough and roam fearlessly

Exploring and admiring God’s creation

And return to them with every bit of freedom I had.

No money ever will buy you a person

So of mama and papas princess.

If you intend to be grow old together

Let’s make marriage a contract of

Faith, love, family, peace and harmony.