Monday, 18 August 2014

The Promise

Counting on
the miles between our ends,
the unapproachable time
and the cities that set us apart.
I discover contentment
against the mutuality
of our language,
our loyalty
and our love.
Her denial to deny,

acceptance instead, of
my pique, displeasure
annoyance and all that
I even fail to name,
odds-on why we still are
the way we are, with 
the forever promise,
we vowed
on my first school day.
And she, same with

her heart, that grew
no wiser in past fifteen years,
holding my hand, 
with no intention to leave
restoring my faith in love,
infecting me with greatness.

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