His Promise ©
Natassia D. Shamp
Port Hueneme, USA
2004
There she sits,
Does not move,
Hoping that her love,
Will return.
It's been eighty moons,
It's been two seasons,
No signs, no words,
Only his promise.
There are no more tears,
Left to cry,
Only a silence,
Only his promise,
How the heart breaks each time,
She dreams of him...
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