‘I’nnocent Promise

The day’s blush was on the dusk’s cheek and everything proved to be perfect until the dark clouds waged in for a new war.The rain pelted of forlorn music impending the forthcoming wrath.

IT was 1923 , the age of true innocent love.A letter arrived for his deployment at the war zone of the border.

“Do you have to go, with our engagement a week away” she whispered as she clung to him from behind

“It’s the nation call Lisa, I need to be there!”

“Promise me that you’ll come back”

“That is one promise that I’m denied the luxury of” His eyes welled up with fresh tears yet his smile paved in for valor and bravery.

“Couldn’t you be a farmer, a blacksmith ,anything except the soldier” Lisa was filled with tears

“I can be anything Lisa, but chose not to,for my work, my service is for my country,my mother”

“Then what about me?” She pouted

“You are important” he paused

“But not paramount” she filled the pause.

He gulped down his feelings, held her in his strong trained arms, lifted her to match his height and gave a peck on her forehead!

The couple couldn’t let go of each other, seventeen and young, they knew their hearts, they knew that they had to let go because Mother was paramount,there were thousands of other brides waiting for the wedding knot,thousands of other grooms farming, owning companies and mills.But of all of them ,for all of them, she had to sacrifice her love.

“Mr. Dawson, I need you back alive,just alive!” She whispered in an undertone.

“Lisa, I promise nothing and if I don’t return ,promise me that you’ll get married to the safer secure crowd,I want you happy” He smiled caressing her.

“That I dare not promise, I’ll wait, and when I say I’ll wait, I sure do Mr Dawson and for that you need to stay alive, you need to return,for me,to me!” She briskly left the room.

That was an innocent promise she made.

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It’s been seven years and Lisa is waiting while all her three sibling are married and her mother wails in distress for her older daughter.

Somewhere in the broken ruined forest near the border, Mr. Dawson looks up to his fiance and writes.

“Just wait for me, I’ll be there, dear!”