I know I promised to wait
But days have come and gone
So many leaves have fallen
And the branches are bare...
You said you love me but
There are things left undone
Things you said are missions
To worlds yet forming or unknown...
Soon the branches will dry
As this heart losing grip on a
Promise to wait until you are
Ready to come home...so tell me...
Waiting may be simply honoring your own integrity. Moving on could free you to love a man whose integrity is worth honoring by waiting... We always lose when we don't honor ourselves.
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The poem is written in a pensive mood which brings to fore the poet's agony at her promise to wait for someone who is just oblivious of her presence. Thanks. I quote: There are things left undone Things you said are missions