Link Poem by Daniel Nairn

My words mean naught to you whose ear, I know,
Was tickled lightly by some promise made
With fingers crossed behind façade of love
A precedent I strive to stay as far
Away as I can be. What can I do
To help you see I truly mean this word?

What can I do to know myself, to know
I have the courage I require now
To stand sincerely by each noise I spout,
Transfrom them into substance real and true.

I pledge my life to live my word fore'er,
To ne'er back down; whate'er I say I do
And maybe I won't say the word you want
For fear I cannot keep so large a task:
No promise will I make before I know
I have the means to carry out my word

Just watch me carefully, and if you find
The smallest hint—

I falter here.
I see no means for to assure my truth;
Integrity, proud honesty so strong,
And I so weak...