Promise 7: Fragile

If I make both outcomes,

Either of which are inevitable

Make both a win-win situation

Then I nullify any heartbreak.

But what is more depressing

Than love with neither hope

Nor confidence that the fire

With its fragile ego unguarded

Could ever hope to make jealous

The passion that once bubbled within?

Effervescent infatuated bumblings

That boiled over in froths and spills

That overcame wills and various chills

And I on the receiving end thought

For once I wasn’t foolish enough to think

I would ever make it this far to finding

Myself with another soul in this world.

 

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Promise 4: My Love is Nothing Like a Phoenix

Can love shine brighter than a burning flame?

Through which, we see the passion up above

The ember’s easily extinguished frame

Shall never hold a candle to my love.

A spark ignites a frenzy that consumes

and smothers itself out to extinction;

I have no need for love’s ashes exhumed

The smold’ring ash, a crass immolation.

My love is not a fire that burns out,

Without a need for kindling, it thrives;

My heart, with not much fuss, it stays devout;

My loyalty for you, it still survives.

The Phoenix, my Heart never shall it mourn
Do not wish for my love to be reborn.