Valley of Promise
From the darkest of the days had I endured all alone;
With a promise of comp'ny never set into stone.
From the greenest of valleys and a glorious sky
Did he step into me, just a lone passerby.
He had promise and loy'lty, or so I had thought. .
And every word that he offered I easily bought.
To feel and to clutch with the purest of love
And not a pain to touch or a worry thought of.
To hear his heart beat was a symph'ny alone. .
But a promise to remain never set into stone.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
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