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Category: Poetry & Prose

Our Promise

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Sweet love of mine, dear to my heart and the sun that signals my soul to rise during the times where gray clouds dominate the sky and snow litters the fields of my mind.

With your love, our rose bed has come into fruition and stripped of thorns we can dance amongst the fragrance into the summer’s heat with petals swaying about us. And when the sun sets and darkness spreads its hand over my eyes, I’ll awaken once more when you part his fingers and illuminate the way to fall.

In autumn, words like leaves tumble out of my heart and drift from my fingertips and land onto paper expressing the wonders in living in your protective shade. Like a strong oak tree, your shade is brown and roots and trunk provide stability for an ever-changing atmosphere. Though often silent, your presence is protective and nurturing and I stare often in awe. 

Then and at last winter comes. We find ourselves dancing once more and leave our mark everywhere. Snow angels on the ground with our names written in large hearts in every field we pass. Then on Christmas Eve drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows looking in each other’s eyes and smiling more brightly than the most animated elf imaginable. 

And then, it begins again in New Years. We seal a promise in a midnight kiss: In the spring, I shall be your rose and you my sunshine; In the summer, you shall be the cool breeze while I’m the shade; During the fall, I am the protective squirrel protecting the place where I store my greatest asset, my heart; And lastly in the winter, once more we will be each other’s present, lasting more than a season and never to be replaced by a new model, for there is only one of me and one of you and despite the seasons changing and years gone by, we always have faith that this one thing is true: our love is everlasting.

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Undiscovered (Text Only Version)

Words I try to write prevail what you claim to know of love. For if love truly exists then ours is undiscovered celestial worlds in the skies out amongst the universe where no telescope can transport human eyes.


In this world, I’ll create constellations to leave records of our existence in words detailing how I love you and place monuments of our love on each planet we stay. I’ll train every animal I find to praise your name in the morning and sing to you the sweetest of lullabies at night.


Each morning, I’ll make a feast of exotic things with the most beautiful centerpiece I can find. From fruits, meats, and delicacies I can barely explain, I will present them before you and take pleasure in our conversation for I am in no need of sustenance for your presence is all I desire. Conversations with you are my food and each loving word I consume from how you feel, to our exchange of plans for the future and where we shall inhabit next give me life’s energy to the point where food has become obsolete. That is, until we realize we have never left earth.


I find our bond to be so deep that we share dreams. In these dreams, we dine on foreign planets and dance upon undiscovered stars. For what moments do we share outside of these dreams? We love one another deeply, but work consumes our time, so we coordinate our sleep and dream with one another in real time.


We took the time to make it work, despite difficulties and limitations long past established. Now, though, we revolve around each other like two flamenco dancers or with you being the sun and I the earth. For when reality forbids time together we make dreams our own. In such worlds, we have candle lit dinners, coffee in jungles, and waltzes in French palaces that all maybe dreams but we think of it as our true reality. For what else is there in this world but us? Be it on stars and distant planets or maybe actual places, in reality, something is better than nothing, as long as it is with you.

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