don’t give to me a promise with your speech
as words lie round me, fallen from a mouth
that spake of joy and gladness that we each
could find within each others’ guise of truth

don’t give to me a promise with your pen
whose inky blots sketched out a happy scene
with glee and pain entwined, which well you ken
in knowing my desires, passions’ gleam

don’t give to me a promise with your mind
the best intent will reap the whirlwind’s blast
as fates will laugh when mortal plans unwind
and this appointed disappointment cast

but give to me a promise with your eyes,
and show me in their depths where passion lies