The Promise
With the start of every day
My love for you will never sway
I will lead you through arduous bogs
And protect you in cumbrous fog
A flower will grace your luminous hair
You will be surrounded with loving care
At night when La Luna shines bright
My arms' will hold you tight
Awaking to the morning light
And when your hair has turned to grey
My love for you will never sway
I keep this promise to our last day
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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