Love is a promise written in thin air

Not scribed in ink nor stamped on steadfast stone,

Sweet slender lines of strength beyond compare

Outlasting vellum, slate and burnished bronze.

It is a tenet pledged on hope and time

By words dream-born in proud and earnest verse

To stay a maxim locked within the mind,

Devotion rendered, heart and soul immured.

Still what I write  for you here matters not,

Your essence shuns the reach of mortal hand

And though I strive, I ever grasp but naught—

These paltry words, as though soft writ in sand.

Love is a covenant graved in Heaven’s blue

That I here breathe—and by each breath hold true.