Tonight's Poet Corner: The Promise

The Promise
by Belinda Roddie

Sir, I love your daughter,
and to prove it, I shall take her
out for froyo and iced chai,
adopt two cats with her,
dress up as fantasy characters together,
and kiss her passionately
while everyone is looking.

And yes, I am okay with the fact
that she proclaims that it is autumn
when it is still late August.
Because I like autumn, too.



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