I trust no more a promise made of words.
Not for the many vows long-proven false,
Not for the monkey's paw, its fingers crossed,
Not for the apathies of old lang syne.
There's not a one of us has had no need
Of some dishonesties, just to survive
A world whose streets are paved with fool's gold.
And he that says he never lies: he lies.
Yet living with the wound of trust betrayed
And then to have no choice but trust again?
No, that I cannot, will not, shall not bear.
If I am lied to twice, then shame on me.
And that is why I listen to your heart.
For that is not a promise made of words.
Each beat, instead, without hypocrisy,
Is promise that I'll hear it yet once more.
And only once can that vow be a lie.
So let me lay my head upon you, then
And listen to that promise once again.
The Heart Lies Only Once
"Each time I hear your heart beat is a promise I'll hear it at least one more time, and that con only be a lie once" is a phrase my husband's used a few times, and apparently he used it one time too many, because now this has happened.
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