I stood upon the balcony for hours and watched for thee.
A promise given heart to heart means so much more to me.
You swore you'd be here by my side, but nowhere do I find,
That one so loved, so missed, so lost, yet present in my mind.
What makes your word so fickle, Sir? Can you recount the truth?
I wait at each and every time. You swore, but where is proof.
The world is wide and filled with hearts as needful as my own.
I warn you, Sir, rethink your works or you will be alone.
MAGNIFICENT POEM
beautiful!