Can I promise you the impossible,
be the photographer without the scenery
or model, be the pen without the
paper or writer, be the mind
without the creativity or logic
be the voice without the silence
or argument

Can I show you what I see in you
without the fear you cling to through
self-image

Can I love you without condition
or question

Is there motion
in this lifetime

Can we make it together
through the horrors, and
sublime

Can I promise you
what can't be promised
and love you
till it's no longer
possible to love anymore

If I can't,

then I hope I am able to

at least make it through the winter.