The Love Song of Maud Gonne

Sometimes vows
will make themselves,
cement themselves
    inside unsuspecting hearts.

Years come and go,
faces change,   and places,
until some twilight when crickets serenade
the coming dark,

in shadow of the swaying boughs
we realize the chance has passed
and still the vows
have lasted.

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