I didn't say I'd love half of you,
I didn't say I'd get mad at you,
I didn't say to hide yourself for fear of being disgusted by you.
I didn't say to hide your nose,
I didn't tell your shoes to close,
I didn't say to only show me the perfect little rose.
I signed up for the rose and the thorns, and the rain you need to survive.
When I got the bull, I wanted the horns
And the crazy archive.
I want all of you
there's no in between,
For better or for worse,
though still a teen.
Im sickness and in health,
Because you, my dear,
You are my wealth.
