My heart is lonely and broken. Once, you said you could heal it. Will you keep your promise? There were words I said to you that your parents woldn't let you have. I gave you myself. I will keep my promise. Our separation is longer now, than the four months we first believed. When we again find each other, will you keep your promise? One, five, even ten years aren't so long to let promises die. All time is not forever. I will keep my promise. Someday, we will meet. Before death? After? I don't know. But when the day comes, we will keep our promises.
Reason for writing:
Esmeralda, the promises in your poems are my most precious possesions. Rest assured, my promises are the same.
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