by Piérre Ramon Thomas

(Inspired by “For You I Will” by Monica and “Breaking the Law” by Emeli Sandé)


I have yet to see the stars plucked out of the sky
Or all the flowers collected from every garden and every field
Or the sun and moon given to an individual
Or one cross oceans and rivers
Or one traverse the ends of the Earth
All for the sake of love.
Yet, people come together promising these very things
And people break apart and these feelings are gone.

Instead of making promises of grand proportions,
Guarantee the realistic, the tangible, the things within your finite capabilities.
Promise sincere, deep adoration
All the days of your short life.
Promise heartfelt appreciation
For the little things as well as the noticeable things.
Promise you will work through the fights and the screams
With all your strength to salvage what you have.
Promise you will be blind to everyone else
And only have sight for one.
Promise you will massage their feet
If their feet ached from working all day.
Promise you will buy or prepare
Whatever food they’re craving.
Promise they will have a safe place, free of judgment,
In your arms when they cry.
Promise you will laugh with them.
Promise you will dance with them.
Promise that, no, you will not run
But fight battles and wage wars together, side by side.
Guarantee them all the hugs and all the kisses
Their lovely hearts could possibly desire.

After you do all of that,
And only after,
Then can you promise them the world.

Published in The Nomadic Poet: A Collection of Poetry & Prose.
Copyright © 2022 by Piérre Ramon Thomas