We Promise Mystic
With your hand and mine over our hearts
We promise not to ever start
Questioning the very substance
And whys of our simple existence.
We don't want to relive all the fights
That drove us from each other's sight.
Let's be wise and tear down old rules
And turn tomorrows into jewels.
For With My Hand On My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
10/09/2021
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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