I’d like to begin with a confession: I am not an expert in love.*
\nIn fact I am not an expert on many things.
\nI can’t sing. I can’t dance. I struggle with rhyming.
\nBut I am willing to try. To try my best. To give it my all.<\/p>\n
When you look at our relationship. Look this love.
\nI am not afraid to be vulnerable or be open.
\nWhen you lose your faith or you feel broken.
\nI promise to stand by your side and no wander.<\/p>\n
As negativity surrounds us and the world gets you down. <\/p>\n *The Mathematics of Love\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>Hannah Fry – \u00a0p. 1<\/sup><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’d like to begin with a confession: I am not an expert in love.* In fact I am not an expert on many things. I can’t sing. I can’t dance. I struggle with rhyming. But I am willing to try. To try my best. To…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":361,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[996,269,31,995],"class_list":["post-12920","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-hannah-fry","tag-hour-19","tag-love","tag-promises"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12920","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/361"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12920"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12920\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12973,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12920\/revisions\/12973"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12920"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12920"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12920"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI promise to stand tall as a great red wood.
\nA remind of what you saw in me that was good.
\nNever will I be perfect. But as long as I live.
\nI will be here.<\/em><\/p>\n