A Promise (a luc bat poem)


My heart will shake its wings
and long for other things, my love.
Still you fit like my glove.
No one will come above you, though
I fall for them, please know.
I’ve room for love to grow, and yet
love owes my heart this debt:
a promise you can bet is true.
No other man but you
can share the life we do, this way.
Your heart I’ll not betray.
While your love says I may fly free.