Lifting his hand to protect his eyes he stumbled forward, the sweet promise of sustenance driving him on.

Seemed not melancholy but full of sweet promise and healing.

THAT might have seemed like a sweet but empty promise.

So I don't believe his sweet promises now.

His breath whispered sweet promises against her cheek.

To me at least there was a strange contrast between the sweet promise of the spring and this sinister quest upon which we were engaged.

Unless asked, Capriati no longer thinks about that lost decade, when sweet promise turned into teen turmoil.

She was like a rainbow, full of color and the sweet promise of hope.

This sends him off in frenzied pursuit of just one more plump, sweet promise of summer.

The same sweet promises, part of the ritual of their loving.