Promises of Love

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

You made me promises of love
But lust was your motive dove
I reached out to you with feeling
You checked on the roughness of healing

You promised me love

I walked through hell to be with you
I was called names, I was told I was a fool
I watch you grow meaner
I heard the tenderness fall from your demeanor

But yet you promised me love

I woke up messed up and weary
I wiped my eyes for they were teary
But you laid hold to my heart
And I could not stop for the start

You promised me love

Now I hold your child
I sometimes think was I wild
Did I want love too much?
Did I yearn for your touch?

Yet I remembered you promised me love

Today is a good day
Tomorrow brings a better way
I have learned to love myself
I have earn that for this loves death

I wanted you to love me
I wanted you to be a friend
But I found in you nothing that could be
For your promises were thin in
The End