Promise

 

Kind is my heart

It remembers you

And flutters.

 

It cannot forget

True love and talks

It originates.

 

So long as it beats

Alive I will weave

New dreams.

 

No fear arrests,

No pain can chain

My throbbing heart

That is beating away.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Troutlove

Ohhhh.. trout and trout love....catch it right! 

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