My thoughts wander at will,
like stray sheep too close to the cliff's edge.
I push them away from danger,
toward the desired goal.
It seems so simple:
treat kindly the one I love;
ponder the features I memorized
long ago;
dream of our remaining days
as if they were our first.
We have changed and our love as well.
We are no longer ruled by passion
nor pillow our heads on each other's shoulder.
I often find my thoughts returning
to the heat of our early golden days
and anger and resentment
become my afternoon companions.
Yet, I know that all my desire
in this life is you
and only with you to finish it.
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Submission Name: COMMITMENT
