Promise is a word of chalcedony,
Underneath moment nip so tiny;
That wall up to trust in a flare,
And to stay in a heart that bare.
Life such a journey,
As it flows within acrimony;
Beneath a gist of care.
Every heart jailed a promise to stair.
Promise... such precious as a money,
A simple word kept to cling a penny;
Evince a darkness fear,
Exitement, jest and laughter.
Leaving a promise kine so jenny,
Pursue in benign of cranny;
As it make someone to wait and swear,
Wishing a frolic hope to dare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a quote here: 'Promise not fiction and fantasy instead, make a dream a reality' Obed Dela Cruz 2010