A promise is a divine tear
it lurks with a white beard,
with witnesses to the marks struck by the living and the dead.
Thunder keeps clapping timid like a fear.
A promise is a race track
sometimes it is the silence in a soundtrack.
Tap dancing its feet until it becomes fit to eat.
A promise is a ceremony a vow cannot defeat.
A vow is a loud trumpet
It is a promise that is accurate.
It can stay unbroken but be broken,
word for word, none maketh a token.
It is a salient scroll holding inks of the heart
never to split apart.
A vow is a warm conscience knotted into a locket
When you see a promise, a vow becomes its Crockett.