| Promise by Tonya His joy and praise and words I do hear But the presence of true love is no where near He says I am beautiful, kind, and fair And with me he wants his life to share He touches my long golden hair of sand Then kneels down and takes my hand And with his question i tell him I can't Does he ever put on a rage and a rant He begs and pleads and asks what should he do? But all this time I think he knew For the thing most of all I want Is not over me his shadow to haunt I sit at my crickety window for weeks Watching two morning doves touch their beaks But it isn't until the early fall When I finally do hear him call He asks me that same question again And was joyous when not my answer was the same For care and affection I do very need But these words I warn him take heed Is for our promise to never let go And for our love to forever show Also for me to have my say And sometimes let me to have my own way Never to scold or take command And treat me none the less than grand To be the man I want to marry And not the one with the feelings that vary To with these words he rode away Leaving his promise and what I say |