My gentle promise

My gentle promise

Though your tongue is hidden
In the pit of your belly;
Before the ears of the mortal,
Your strange sounds utter...
But the truth of your noisy silence I gather
Through volumes of unspoken words
In the radiance of your eyes
And passion of your lips
...
I bow before my gentle promise
And remind you of my spoken words;
''I won't say goodbye
Until my dying breath..."
This I swear.