The girl on the porch

Well … Now what?

Normally I’d know

We put our worst all out there

We let our bad parts show

and past(s) forgotten through fealty to forbearance

were remembered

We somehow found corragio

And gave our fear a voice

I said this is the worst I am(have been) prego prego perdonamio

You said I didn’t have a choice…

And I believed you, I believe you.

Pardoned, Forgiven, and perhaps sanctified

are your eyes grey, or blue, or brown, or green

I have to remember this moment when i believed again

So now you have a friend for life

Whatever we may be

or become… come to me

You may or may not be my wife god please, please I know I deserve nothing but say the word

but my friend I guarantee

I will always cherish you, trust you, and yes

love you

the girl on the porch