Confusion Of Promises On A Blurry Canvas Poem by Nellene Mae Cornel

We have been with each other for a number more than three which is quite well grounded for a relationship as ours.

Do we count the years to guarantee us eternity, or rather regard the conscious events that made and make us one?

I beat my brains out every so often whether your intentions remained firm during the whole time you're with me.

You tend to lose tender attachment in your behavior seemingly devoid of such ardent passion.

Thenceforth as far as this point, this single thought had
been emplaced in my memory that gets in the
way for me to make up my mind.

There are traces of uncertainty seen on the contours
of your face constantly reminding me if I'd totally
immerse my being wholeheartedly into your possession.

Still and all you create patches of affection here
and there causing me to daydream of roseate
tomorrows in addition to occasional pleasures and
endearment, paved a route destined - a road
to infinity.