If honesty is really the best policy,
then I know I'm on the right track.
And this time I know I'm on the verge of something beautiful
just waiting to be uncovered.
The expedition might not always be easy,
but this explorer is going by way of heart.

Please accept this poem as a proof of purchase –
a current and long-realized currency of affection.
And I've shaped every metaphor with open arms
and bounced words in my head for hours
to find the right ones that will reverberate forever.

So to answer your question…
No, I won't be needing a receipt –
Here we mark the end of this transaction;
I'm staying for the long run.
You won't see me standing in line with a heart,
poorly boxed, beat out of shape,
hoping to exchange for an upgrade
because these things only grow better with age.

I'll entrust you with this key,
thrown down in slow motion, like in the movies,
if you will stay wrapped up through the final credits.