The Promise

I remember the promise you made in June.
You were fluting softly, my darling.
I was swept away by the Cuban ballad.

You were sitting on a flat rock by the sea.
I was standing beside you on the sand.
The waves were moving towards the shore.

You looked elegant in the long white dress.
I told you that I would always love you.
The words I spoke came from my heart.

You promised to love me until you die.
The gusty wind took away your love for me,
And you broke the promise you made.