A promise

We may part own ways
we may say goodbyes
but promise me y0ull never cry
i may leave i may be g0ne
but i tell you n0w things are n0t yet done

and if time will c0me that i have to go
i will never weep for its just wasn't show
and if we have to go of friendship we had
dont ever be bitter dont ever feel bad

my friend to whom i gave everything
youve made this life much worth living
if i've thought for life its because of y0u
and im glad to say i will give my life for you

remember me when i wont be there
remember me though things are unclear
remember me but find some0ne again
remember me till the end

for thoughts of you i will never forget
for loving you i can never regret
for being with you for so long now
make me hard to leave our pr0mise and n0w

if i can hold on much tighter
if i only had a chance to live longer,
my promise i shall keep the faith i restore
i shall never let go,
i shall love u more

as i bid goodbye as i close my eyes
hold my hand as i sacrifice
be there for me remember me
our promise is somebodys love youll see....

wew nice poem. plz dont break the promise. hold her. hug her .

Definitely nice poem.
I just say dont break the Promise

I give you this ring
as a promise to you
a promise that I'll be here
and I'll always be true

I promise that I'll hold you
when your day isn't going right
and i will comfort you
through the long cold night

I promise that I'll make you smile
when you feel like dying
I promise that I'll be here
when you feel like crying

I promise that i will guide you
when the future isn't clear
i promise i will be there
to wipe away your every tear

i promise that no matter what
we will make it through
i give you this ring as a promise
A promise that I will always love you... "emz"

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored and imperially slim.


And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked,
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.


And he was rich--yes, richer than a king--
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.


So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.