Might've been a sweet perception
that first swept you off your feet
the lilac and the sun's reception
obscuring warmly her soft deceit.

It charaded the many moments
of memories so heavily paced
with naught but a smile
and a breath so chaste.

Wrapping delicate ribbons
around smooth, naïve wrists
with love not so much hidden
as without want to exist.

It's the petty guilt that keeps all flowing
in a river just knee deep
with relief that rests in knowing
that promises

are not meant to keep.


a.n. I've taken each reviewer's thoughts into consideration and tried...

:cowers beneath desk: