Broken promises made with empty words
Tossed amidst shattered dreams
Like slivered chards of glass
Embedded deep within the heart
Which bleeds for love that's never been
Such as a love full of promise that blossoms
Like a flower taking it's first breath of spring
Therefore promise not what thou cannot deliver
Promise not a moonbeam strung of gold
Nor of a fountain purer than a baby's first shed tear
Promise not your love for all eternity
Nor tears you'll ere not cause for me to shed
Promise not your hand you'll one day not withdraw
Nor lift someway in anger to push far from you my love
Promise not the things which thou cannot give
Nor strip from me my pride leaving me clothed in emptiness
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