A Love Declared.

A love declared for days to come,
is as good as none.
It's fog upon the mountain top.
Soft warm skin you can not touch.

'tomorrow' 'tomorrow' - 
like time an endless field.
like hearts don't tire.
like the grass will not be cut.

But love is here - 
it breathes in the moment its given,
or dilutes like tear into the sea.

Like promises undelivered - worse than
nothing at all.