A Promise Kept

A promise whispered, soft and true,

A bond between both me and you.

Not just in words, but deep in heart,

A sacred vow, a precious start.

It’s not the stars, though bright they gleam,

Nor fleeting wishes in a dream.

A promise lives through time and space,

A steady light, a gentle grace.

“I’ll stand by you,” the promise said,

Through storms that rage and paths we tread.

When shadows fall and skies grow dim,

This vow will never break or thin.

For promises are not just sound,

They’re roots that hold us to the ground.

A tether strong, a thread of gold,

A truth that never fades or folds.

Though winds may howl and tides may turn,

Though bridges break and fires burn,

A promise kept will always stay,

Through darkest night or brightest day.

So take my hand, and trust in this,

A promise sealed with love’s pure kiss.

Through all of life, I’ll stand by you,

For promises are meant to be true.