Before the Proposal

If I was impure, would you still love me?
If my life wasn't fulfilled with riches, would you still value me?
If I was moving at an invariable speed, would you still grace me?
If I told you that I am troubled, would you comfort me?

Sometimes beneath it all, I am stone.

With a heart that's been cracked too many times.
Sometimes when it rains, you'll know I'm crying.

I may not show it, but I'm crying for you.

If was in need of your strength, would you lift me up

Past the dark clouds that surround this empty soul?
If I was imperfect such as the way I live my life,

Would you look past my impurities?                                        

Sometimes beneath this old porcelain flesh,

Dark vines of hatred spawn for unwanted guests.

Could you chase out the demons that live beneath my chest?

Do all these things and I will love you forever.