Jane Shewmaker Hale

(Buffalo, Missouri)


You promised me the moon and stars when you professed your love.
You'd climb the highest mountain, shout it from above. Jewels, they're be no end to these. For furs I'd never pine.
The largest of the castles, these things would all be mine. Promises are precious things, but, love and youth are bliss.
I didn't need the moon and stars. We settled for a kiss. Time has passed and love has grown. Let's see, just for fun.
How many were you promises. How many have you done. The kids are stars.

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