You do not know me, and yet you do,
and may never know me, nor I you,  
but you and I will always hold true, as promised,
maybe this time around, love anew, as promised.

You’ll always know your one true love,
for you swore to love again,
fickled not by life as others may be,
for what you know of love, life nor death shall wane.

Whether god permits, or born of chance,
is an embrace felt before,
of countless smiles, of laughter, warmth,
and the memory that we swore.

Look into my eyes and remember,
do not fear my gaze, not you.
For I remember your love
like a “warm spearmint hurricane”

And that we swore to love anew.