"The Love, Life Promise"

There are some things, of less than substance, that mean more than solid sentiment, that I would simply do, for you. I shall catch an ocean current, with a net of humble will, or the parallel passion in a seconds pause before a fury kill. Pick the spider silk thread through a stare, or collect the crystal lining of the lungs as it billows in the air. Lure the growth of lemon roses, Or jam jar the space before a photo, with the truthful persons poses. Sew the warming veins within a leaf, the only sane comparison in the touch of tender cheek. Rein in the air hooked by vengeful flames, learn the bow jump of a fox, and cubs unspoken games. Chase the azure of sapphire and place it next to peacock green. Or climb the stars to paint the realms that others pass unseen. Bag the grinning diamond's shine, and feed it to the songbird, so he may sing a silver coat for our waking time. Hold the cupping comfort of a nest. Or the arts of suave, divine and noble, a perfume, destined to impress. I would do these things, possible by me from you. For the gift you gave to me, unknowingly, was teaching me, just what to do.