The Promise

Jaibala/ January 13, 2014/ Poetry/ 2 comments

I think I’d rather die,
Before I make you cry,
When every moment,
I want that smile to reach your eyes.
You craving my time,
You needing me to be yours,
Your never ending demands,
And I for one am glad I can call you mine.
You are my reason, my only one,
My meaning, my hope,
My faith and my life,
My only Love, for all time to come.
I know that we will be fine,
With the promise to be together,
Not just for the rest of your life,
But for the rest of mine.

About Jaibala

Academically a Microbiologist, I am a Web Columnist for popular magazines and websites, Freelance Writer and a Blogger. Words define me and writing and reading compete to be the love of my life. My biggest belief is that there is something good in everything and I always looks to highlight the best in things. Creative writing is my forte.You can reach me by dropping a mail at


  1. This is one beautiful promise, one that can be from a loving mother to her cootest son, as much as it can be to a lover. Beautiful poem, Jb. 🙂

    1. :D. No one thought of it that way except you 🙂

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