Gingerly.

Pictures, sweets, warmth and love

Make up an everlasting cove

Of potion on a stove

Potion of remarkable boasts

Of our love.

Bicker and screams

Ingredients of a horrible dream

We let them stream

Unto the paths of our ways

Destroys like a laser beam.

Sometimes the sore loser

I could never keep my head lower

Only to hinder

The treasured pride

Of my respectable partner.

Now sitting under the moonlight

Feeling ever so light

Watched over in sight

By none other than him

Tender, warm and alright.

My plight to fulfill

Unresting only till

It becomes his will

To forgive this girl

For her awful characteristics of ill.

Not expecting a surprise so cheery

I'm being cared for so gingerly

It was just like him, always so cheeky.