the city is not ours; the mountains
ran away, as did our plan,
but i'll love you like i promised to you,
and you'll love me as best you can.
the riches never came, our passion lurched
and sputtered ere it ran;
but i'll still love like i promised to,
and you'll love me as best you can.
i know your past had others, those
who might have proved a better man:
but i'm still here, like i promised to be,
and you're loving me as best you can.
this city is bright, like a future past,
and you still have my heart, and my home, and my hand:
i'll always love you, as i promised i would,
and we'll face tomorrow as best
we can
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Honest, powerful and wonderful poetry shared my friend.