A Token Of Troth

To leave for some other? 

I could, my darling.

But I didn't,

And If I would,

I wouldn't walk back.

The thing remains 

That I didn't really

Walk back to you. 

I always stood there,

I just took my time 

To clutch my fingers,

Back with yours.

My loyalty,

My love,

Is my token of troth;

Once pronounced,

It's of solemn worth.