1999 was our year….
A year when our hearts made promises of love
Our hearts were tangled to never be untangled
You and me kissed for the first time
We held hands and promised to make it last
We carved our hearts’ promises into that tree
That willow tree was our witness
That tree became our spot;our promise was stamped there
We made a promise to come back some day…
A promise we never got to keep..
Our promise of 1999….
By Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
How beautiful!
Thank you Deborah. Leading up to valentines day, my mind tends to wonder about romance at different stages. This poem points at a young love; clueless but sure of what they feel at the time.