Promises

Promises


With the first kiss, I knew I'd found
fulfillment to my heart's promise;
a whispered answer on your lips.

The lies of eyes fade on the lips.
In passion, love cannot be found,
slipping away like an empty promise.

I clung in vain to hope's promise
until, upon your trembling lips,
what I thought impossible was found ...


... found in the promise of your lips.

An entry for the September round of "Fluttering Hearts" 
Prompt: The blush of first love
Form: Tritena ~ the Tritena   is comprised of three stanzas using the same three words in a Sestina like pattern, and a final line which uses the three words in the starting sequence. The meter is not specified.