If I had lived a thousand years
And counted promises I'd kept,
The candles lit, the shrines erected,
How many vanished whilst I slept?
And in a thousand years of promise
Ten thousand good intentions drift.
'I'll do it'. Sooner than expected.
Yet empty words - a sorry gift.
Through all but one unbroken vow
Has held 'cross distance, time and tears.
The first of all, though first rejected.
To love you, hold you, calm your fears.
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