When I first met you
I promised to be true
I promised to be good
Good and true to you
And you did the same too
.
But promises are not made
At the spur of the moment
There will be mountains of doubts
There will be valleys of fears
Even with someone you hold dear
A little stream of doubt
Can become an ocean of fear
Tearing at the fibers of the soul
Once shy, I became bold
But the love has gone cold
Poem by Joe Umoh Etuknwa
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