Promise

 

 

‘Do not promise me the moon’,

Softly she said,

‘What would I do with it

If the whole sky is not mine to roam,

There is no sun to light up the moon

And you are not there leaning against the coconut tree

Looking for me to reach you

Aware of the noisy waves

That would leap upwards

High to catch me.

Promise me your undying love,

That is all I need.’

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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