Words are words
Whispered promises
And nothing else
They can be promises
Of riches and fortunes,
Of things to come.
Or sweet words from a lover post coital
Of wonderful places visited in a warm embrace
And of never leaving your side.
And what a wonderful thing that is.
But of course
Caught up in the moment
Words are only words
And…
Anything is possible.

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