What have kept me waiting.
What have made me wanting.
It has to be something.
It has to be exciting.
A promise is a promise
even if broken to pieces.

A vow spoken in whispers,
Bound by love's tender kisses.
Though storms may rage and thunder,
Promises we'll not surrender.
Through valleys low and peaks high,
Together, we'll reach the sky.

For in its glow, we find solace,
In its embrace, we find grace.
Through the darkest night it gleams,
Igniting hope, fulfilling dreams.
For a promise is a song,
In our hearts, forever strong.

In its rhythm, souls entwine,
A symphony of love divine.
Through trials fierce, we'll endure,
For promises, forever pure.
In its light, we find our way,
Towards a brighter, endless day.

For promises, though they may bend,
In their essence, they transcend.
They weave the fabric of our story,
Binding us in love and glory.
For a promise is a sacred tie,
That echoes on, beyond the sky.

Monday 22 May 2000 9:33 pm