I don’t want love to be a fairy tale,
The kind with clever villains and danger,
Where great feats of strength let love prevail,
And you end up married to a stranger.
No, I want our love to grow like a tree,
Impressive, beautiful, and enduring.
Maybe boring for those who cannot see
Stability makes our love alluring.
And our love should forever be our own,
Sometimes flawed, sometimes messy, never fake.
The greatest love that will never be known,
Just between us, our memories to make.
So, I don’t want books about our romance.
I want love to make only our hearts dance.