If I could pen the finest art  
and hallow it to you  
aspiring that when we part
you assume my words are true

Trust in my simple actions
even though I may be meek
digest my bound reactions
as for you I truly seek

At most I've been left shattered  
fragmented like bate glass
eventually none mattered
for I reached a different class

Sincerity is my passion
if once bestowed to be
my love has not a ration
when you abide with me

No promises to be broken
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