Dear future partner.
Apr 28, 2022
Story
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.