Whispers of devotion
On the old woody chair I sat for days
Waiting for your coming
The once written letters, my comfort
Though the ink fades, I still cherish what it once represented
Days turned weeks, weeks into months
My devotion never wavered
The bracelet on my neck was a reminder of a promise
A promise of forever
Thoughts flow through my mind
Thousands of them, asking if my devotion was worth it
I never wanted to be the one who failed
It's been years, and you're still not here
I could only hope the whispers of my devotion reaches you
I'll sit on this tower, watching and waiting
Who knows, My devotion might someday be a tale of true love
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Nice concise poem. Images suit it's brevity.
Thank you patar-star for your kind feedback