I promise to give you all my paper cranes and never to fly away.
I promise to fold my hands around all your creases and spaces of skin printed with goosebumps when I touch you there.
I promise you only true stories of death and glory and titles that make your spine tingle.
I promise to stain only your name on the pages of my life.
I promise to bind the cuts and balm the sting if my sharp edges connect your fingers when you try to hold me.
I promise to write every word you say in the journal of my mind where no man, woman, time can take them from me.