I hold the stone <br />close to my mouth <br />I kiss it ever so soft <br />I opened my hands <br />and realease the dove, <br />I whisper to it to go to the one I love. <br />soft is the night, <br />but this time I'm not going to loose sight. <br />This is a promise, <br />to the ones <br />I love, <br />so let the dove <br />soar to you <br />and bring the joy of love, <br />embrace you too. <br />My beautiful Mischeal <br />I hope you accept me as I climb from the well <br />I wish you to see <br />the me, <br />that hides, <br />behind these eyes.<br /><br />jordan erickson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-promise-11/
