The Promise

It’s more than a hint
More than a glimpse
More powerful than a threat
Though nearly its opposite;
It lights the way to the best
Of what can be
Much like a glorious dawn
A cleansing rain
A purposeful smile;

Wrapped in a lingering kiss
Finger tips across my lips
An extra glance back
At a reluctant departure
It stirs my soul;

They say we cannot predict
the future
Yet nothing does it better than
When you open the door
To all things possible
With your knowing look
Of approval beyond mere
Hope or longing
When you nod in the
Affirmative to my
One-word question…
Promise?