Promise

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the ring on my finger reminds me of the time we dined
on conversations, the sensations of elation and satisfaction
dancing on our tongue tips like the chance encounter
that stole our lives away on this trip.

the plane window is glazed with a haze of whispered words
and secret promises not yet fulfilled; still we fly away together
until the day cracks open with a sliver of sunlight called epiphany,
singing your name with the shadows it casts on your all too familiar frame.

i mould you into my arms to cocoon you against all harm
just so you can bloom and flourish amidst my well wishes and charm,
i will embrace you like the air around a tree, drawing your face to my bosom
without a trace of discontent, i've spent time thinking...

it's nice to dream and feel like the illusion is real, but it's true
that all i see and hear is just as it appears to be, you have me convinced
that my my place is here by your side and ever since that day i've tried
gaining more of your favour, if only to savour our slice of heaven.

but you said to me that it doesn't matter if all we hear are the patter
of tears and raindrops, since fear and sadness will not stop our journey;
we will pull ourselves out of the quicksand of the unknown, and start to march
forward with a handful of promises that we call our own.

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