The Vow
I was five
And he was six
The vow of love easy and fun.
Made in a closet
Between playful hearts
No thoughts of future actions.
I was ten
And he was eleven
The confusions of life harsh but real.
Spiteful words
From a crying heart
Left his wondering what happened.
I am fifteen
And he a year older
His company's the highlight of my day.
A yearning heart
For that not yet felt
Remembers a youthful vow.
ã1998 Janelle K. Vargas