Sure, I’ll be your perfect little wife.

I promise not to cause any strife,so long as 

the rules abide by how I want to live my life.

Second time around, I’m getting this right.

Let’s start with names. No need to change.

Mine is the only one I claim.

No need for a diamond, a shiny or sparkling ring

no attachments, no strings.

The sound of wedding bells? I can do without.

A white dress and veil, the thought leaves me pale.

No legal entanglements, no court filings,

nothing in writing. Only love letters reciting

my love for you. It will be true, 

at least from my point of view.

Rub your shoulders, I’ll even rub your feet.

Cook and clean? Sure, so long as I’m inclined

and not confined to your idea of what a wife 

should be. In the end, I’m going to be me.

I’ll be supportive, help your dreams come true.

I like my independence. Just remember, 

I may not always need you.

As for the rest, no need to fret. We’ll figure 

it out. I’m not one to cry and pout.

I’ll be your perfect little wife.

However, I just can’t promise you life.

Stop.

Cold feet.

I can’t repeat.

Nothing is concrete.

No need to be a wife.

Slash that word with a knife.

Let’s date forever, you and me,

or at least until we want to be free.