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Promises, Promises

It seems really awkward to lie, to shine incessant light
On consistent game that I think would constantly win
Your heart and curl your toes or make your eyes
Sparkle as shattered glass on the pavement covered
In raindrops but the world would spin no faster or the
Sun create a more blue sky in summer’s shine if I told
You sweet nothings covered in powdered sugar and
Tinged with confectioner’s chocolate or if I signed my
Name upon letters that would rival a revival of Shakespeare
Or the reincarnation of Auden or Eliot or Yeats or Cullen
And in the passion of verse the metaphors of my love
For you would leap gracefully from the page as though
Tied to the legs of the nimblest ballerina on a small stage
For a small audience as part of a small theatre troupe and
I could sense the tears spotting the classy scrolled ink on the
Parchment-like paper as you read the love within and time
And space would limit motion for a second until your breath
Caught up with reality and the thought of me would tender
The passing of long nights and sunless days and I would
Be the only thing to make your heart flutter…

Sometimes contracts can be voided
Sometimes words are too bold and brash
Sometimes good intentions can’t mend a broken heart…

Lady I can only promise that I will pray for you before I sleep
I can only promise that I’ll seek God if I make you weep
I promise to protect you in all ways until my strength gives out
I promise to never hit you, even though I may scream and shout
I promise that if anger ever drives me to want to put hands on thee
I will retreat…breathe…and find the closest exit and leave
I will look at other women, but my gaze will always end on you
If another female is intruding I will do my best to move
I will try to give you your share of quality time
I will try to tell you how I feel, instead of hoping you read my mind
I will limit the female friends, ex out ex’s, and keep you from drama
I will be respectful to your family and even your very nosy mama
I vow to keep a roof over your head and take care of necessities
If I am man enough to lay down, I promise to care for our seed
I promise to ask before concluding and let you know you are pretty
I won’t promise you the world or things I can’t do realistically
I promise to listen to your opinions, consider feelings other than me
I promise just to be a real man, your man, as best as God allows me to be.

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