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SIMPLE PROMISE

Well, I guess that I could say
I'll meet you in Paris in the spring
or some romantic place far, far away.
Now that would really be something.

Or I could gift you a diamond broach
heart shaped with sapphire in the center.
Such a gift would be beyond reproach
on a day like this at start of winter.

Perhaps I could write you a love sonnet
about passion or emotions bold
envelope it with a wax seal on it.
For such things I fear I am too old.

So instead let's meet at our birch tree
the one which has the river view
with initials I carved carefully
and there I'll give my love to you.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Eumolpus

Eumolpus

7 years 7 months ago

very nice thought

and well done, simple and nice. Who could not relate to it?

(But, I'd also love to go to Paris in the spring! )
..

S

scribbler

7 years 7 months ago

hello

Always good to see you've dropped by. I'm pleased you like this quick scribble

lovedly

lovedly

7 years 7 months ago

For such things I fear I am too old.

For such things I fear not
coz I am too bold.

then to all hags also Stan you will be sold till end of life we desire so all over again then for a rebirth hope all else is silliness behold give not away you hold say this and that and say Lovedly just told now like olden days you I must hold
squeeze your bones

lovedly

lovedly

7 years 7 months ago

kindly store it in safe custody till i can post it for thee

Meek hearted never Lovers make

For such love like things I fear not
Coz
I am too bold.

then to all hags also friend
you will be sold
till end of life we desire so

all over again
then for a rebirth hope
all else is silliness
behold
give not away your hold

Say this and that
and say Lovedly just told now
like olden days you I must hold
squeeze your bones
and sure enough you will fumble
a wow
from one really old...