Hope

Her nickname, Hope
Curator of dreams
Distant she may be
Yet, A living a breathing masterpiece
So close to this very heart

Ah, Such a warm smile this beauty has
And eyes sweet chocolaty adorn
Forming happiness and comfort
Creating secure feelings ever so relaxing
Ever so everlasting
Paradise to it’s natural core

Oh, What a beauty she is
Inner to outward
Onward it soars
Into lucid tranquility I so dearly adore
At peace in poetical dimensions galore

Ah, If protection she needs
I would be at her front door
Holding onto her presence
For as long as she sees fit
Hurt, Pain shall cease to nevermore

See, She has awoken this heart
Made me feel again
So dearly in debt I am
For this muse
Has magically flown
Into the realm of a new inner salvation

Distance, It may be there
But she is always with me
Side by side

Her nickname Hope
Mine Love

With all these new feelings She has made me feel
My dreams have now been inspired into Hope and Love

So grateful, So thankful
Hope, I dream
You know who you are



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
11/6/09