With my sledgehammer,
I am driving a wedge
as hard and deep as I can.

Attempting to retrieve
what is truly mine,
I will swing with all my might.

The heart will not fail,
cannot lose to an illusion,
a monetary delusion.

When the soul sees heaven,
it cannot return to earth,
pretend not to have felt warmth.

Sometimes resting
when I reach a hard place,
but I drive to an image, your face.

I will hold the hands
that hold the key
to love that extends eternally.

You will fall,
My arms, though weak,
will break before I let you bleed.

A promise is a vow
is nothing if not my oath;
I will stay, and be strong for us both.