Honesty Pants

Dear Future Hubbie,
If love is a season of life, I hope to fall for you as gracefully as autumn. Let's unselfishly surrender ourselves to a lifetime of hibernation in each other's arms. As we grow together, I hope we die to ourselves daily. Like the leaves, who always nobly go down in blazing oranges and deep reds, but who are courageously stoic in the face of change. Simply because change is all it has ever seen. While autumn may have a fallen reality, it's hope is spring. It plants seeds in its death that it will never see.
And when winter strips us bare, down to our naked limbs, my fingers will let go of these fig leaves because
You're my Adam and I'm your Eve
And even though this place is anything but Eden, our souls will stand before each other
Unashamed
Just like life was before the fall.