The Promise Poem by jordan erickson

I hold the stone
close to my mouth
I kiss it ever so soft
I opened my hands
and realease the dove,
I whisper to it to go to the one I love.
soft is the night,
but this time I'm not going to loose sight.
This is a promise,
to the ones
I love,
so let the dove
soar to you
and bring the joy of love,
embrace you too.
My beautiful Mischeal
I hope you accept me as I climb from the well
I wish you to see
the me,
that hides,
behind these eyes.