A Promise

A promise has been uttered, written long ago
A Refuge there is and always will be
From the deceits we would be sold.

Love does not blossom overnight
But is forged through deliberate flames;
A bond, an iron pure and bright
To withstand the ensuing storms.

Love is not fickle, does not waiver from its object,
Is not out for what it can get.
Until this lesson be learned,
What havoc is made in an untried heart!

Love is not easy, but love is best;
It is the one thing that means something.

Is my heart capable of love?
I hardly know...

May I bear my refining.
May I emerge with a stouter heart.

The One who hears my heart's deepest longings
And sees my tears
Is Faithful.
He will carry me til the end.
At least of that I can be sure!