“A promise to be kept was a deception or was it axiom,
Now on earth with apathetic grand valley of loneliness,
In now the wild blue or the irradiated sunshine glows,
Through the woods finis the river and away from agony,

I am elated at my conquest deeds of early crusades?
I’ve yearned to venture into realms of the fissure,
I have been blessed by angels in my conquest passed,
How to achieve great deeds in man’s demeanor's,

One never knows what eyes will see on distant shores,  
Of foreign shores could only envision cathedra afore,
Quite gained by a noble woman of power representation,
Eclipse those that conquer uncharted land sea and air,

Greater than this achievement I have never envisage,
Than you came into my life with what bringing a promise,
So now I am that which is clutched to the promise,
As that of a nest in the branches clutched to sapling branches,
And so I shall vow to accept this promise for all perpetuity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018