promise

 A whisper of faith,

A solemn bond,

As i held her pinky,

Underneath the sun,

The words once spoken,

Hearts once touched,

A delicate balance,

Of both love and trust,

A little promise,

Long ago made,

Bears the weight,

Even today,

A promise is like,

A thread so fine,

That even a stretch,

may deny,

Although the saying

goes to say,

Promises are meant to be

broken away,

In order to restore

the break the tear,

I remind myself

everyday,

The whisper of faith

the solemn bond,

as i held her pinky 

underneath the sun.

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