There's a promise to Him that I'm keeping.
The standards are that I won't be the one seeking.
So if it were to be,
let him, instead, come to me.

But this is a promise I've not told
to anyone I know, new or old.
And when I briefly mention "I can't",
they all go off on some kind of rant.

Why can't they understand that I can't say?
Why is silence so difficult this way?
There's a promise to Him that I'm keeping.
Perhaps it's also a secret that, with me, is sleeping.