Betrothed

I am sworn in promise made
to take rest only in his shade
through past noon’s heat
of summer’s sun
and swells of salty seaside drum
in times the cold wind casts its sting
across my skin and clips my wings
In my chest the spring will chime
For I am his and he is mine
I am sworn in promise made
to take rest only in his shade

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