Posted: December 5, 1992 in Poetry
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seriously, now: forever
and whatever comes next I
love you no matter what.
putting that into terms
crushes me; it is beyond words,
the palette I can paint with.
I can try.

nobody can make things stay
that want to go; so
it is the same with you.
a promise means the best
that you can do,
not binding forever, maybe
doomed to failure.
and I promise love to you
as my best
whatever that means…

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