Promise

See my tears?

I cry them for you...

Not mine the agony of soul

for chances missed

and deeds undone,

for love not given

and lives unlived.

See my eyes?

They look for you...

Still there outside the gate,

awaiting someone's hand

to push the buzzer once

and let you in.

See my heart?

It beats a steady balm

of love upon your wounded spirit,

grim and bleak and torn

and signals peace.

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