It was late Sunday night then
Spend a chat with the man I love
As he caresses my hair against the wind
And hugs me tight as a bear’s hug.
Gazing the stars twinkling from the universe
Singing a very familiar lullaby
A picture of an innocent happy face
shines brightly on a girl’s eyes.
I ask him “what do you mean by promises?”
He smiled and pinch my checks
Told me that it is like a seedling of a Gladiolus
Needed to be planted ones you have it.
Like the most expensive ceramics
Needed to be careful to never broke it
For like a blade of an stiletto knife
It might cause a heart to be deeply wounded.
Promises were not just words
After being said then forgotten
But like a precious gold
Being Kept and remembered.
I told him again ” can you promise me something?”
He just nod, smiled then asked me “what then?”
“Can you promise not to leave me?”
He sighed and answered me “I can’t”.
My eyes became watery
But he hugs me tighter
He said “Promises were not made to be broken”
And if he’ll promised me, he might lied to me then.
He says life seems same with plants
It withers and dies
But one thing he vows to me
“Child, my love for you will never die”.