My Commitment to Her

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I see her eyes, wise and deep,

A world of truths she’s come to keep.

She chooses me, yet I know-

Her spirit’s free, it will not bow.


I will earn her trust with care,

Not hollow words, but actions rare.

Vulnerability, her gift to share,

I honor space, I show I care.


Her secrets are my sacred tune,

Guarded close, like precious rune.

I speak my truth without disguise,

Respect her mind, her honest eyes.


When she challenges, I listen-

Her respect, my greatest mission.

I celebrate her wins, her scars,

They’ve shaped her into shining stars.


I walk beside her, hand in hand,

Building dreams, a love to stand.

I honor faith, respect her space,

Support her journey, her sacred place.


I seek no need to own or chase,

But stand with her in love’s true grace.

I dream aloud, she helps me see-

Her strength, her spirit, sets me free.


I know her roots, her history’s song,

And give her space to breathe along.

I nurture her soul, her heart, her core-

A love mature, forevermore.


No need for perfection’s guise,

Only sincerity in our eyes.

Together we stand, with love’s true art-

A union built on trust and heart.

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