Two lovers who promise never to leave each other,
A sequel they might gather, while rain scatters,
But lately, it's been one woe after another
Will there be an end to the storm
that's been brewing overhead?
Will that promise just be words, no comprehension of the promise said.
But it might just be a phase. a silly little spat,
Or it could become so much more he could knock me down and wipe feet on this mat.
Love is never perfect, any who states...