In the tapestry of my life, mistakes and folly blend,

Yet in your eyes, a feeling that doesn't bend.

Though I stumbled along the path, lost in my own noise,

You, my dear, are not a second choice.

Through the errors and the wrong turns I've made,

In your grace, my faults begin to fade.

Not a fallback plan or a mere decoy,

You're the melody in my chaotic symphony of joy.

So here I stand, humbled by my past,

've found a feeling that I think this time will last.

Not a second choice in this dance we employ,

You're the heartbeat in my tale of hope and joy.