A Promise made in Youth's new Light, A quiet Word of one; quite Trite. Honoured by those, wholly Polite. Can fade from Memory in the Night.
A Promise formed in Adolescence. A spoken phrase of Idol Sense. A Lie captured, with no recompense. An ebbing Mist lost, reticence.
A Promise made I, a Word, a Breath, To cherish one, on their Bed of Death. I hold such Words, my dying breath. Never to break, until I rest in Death.
© copyright R. Anthony H. Rock
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