I will stick it through.

There will be mountains for us to climb,
Peaks so high they scrape the edge of the sky,  
But I’ll lace my boots, take your hand in mine,  
Because together, there’s no summit too steep, no dream too high.  

There will be bridges for us to mend,
Fractured paths that beg to be whole again.  
But I’ll carry the bricks, lay them with care,  
For love rebuilds where others despair.  

There will be oceans for us to cross,
Waves crashing hard, threatening loss.  
Yet I’ll chart the tides, steer us true,  
Because no sea is too wide when it leads to you.  

There will be storms that rage and roar,
Winds howling, slamming every door.  
But I’ll anchor us firm, hold tight to the mast,  
Knowing these tempests, too, shall pass.  

There will be nights, endless and long,
Shadows creeping, whispering we don’t belong.  
But I’ll light the fire, keep it aglow,  
Because our love is the beacon that always shows.  

So, hear me now, my solemn vow,  
No mountain too tall, no ocean too wide,  
No storm too fierce can break our stride.  
With you, I’m steadfast, unwavering, free,  
For together, my love, we are destiny.