And I promise you that. So that's why I wrote this poem called this gift. I hope you enjoy it. The day I saw your face, all pain went away. Every mistake that doctor made all faded away promising this moment would never come. Now look at my beautiful bun. Roads were rocky, things around us shocked me no place to call our own but with you every tent felt like home race against time, things are starting to unwind. Where will I go?