Promises

– after Robert Frost

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep.
I promise myself to be true first to me.
I promise to honor you and me before we.
I promise to meet tough moments with grace.
I promise when challenges rise I will face them.
I promise a sweetness to balance the sour.
I promise to never doubt nor diminish love’s power.
I won’t tarry in woods that are not home to me.
No matter how dark, deep, or lovely they be.

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