Hope of love
She would have withered
like the summer grass
had love not stealthily crept across
she had endured her pain
with a sad sigh and a cry
hiding herself away from the light
till love mysteriously came in sight
and lit up her darkened inside
love brought hope like the rising sun
like the moon which disappears
and appears once again
slowly glowing in full radiance
the cycle of love and pain goes on
we weep when pain invades our being
but when love comes secretly peeping in
we weep with joy at the amazing feeling
heart skips a beat when love pours like rain
we smile happily and rejoice once again
as the withered grass comes alive in green
she understands that nothing lasts
the green grass will one day wither away fast
but the hope of love will never ever die
hope will keep roots alive to survive
For love is like the sun and the moon
and the twinkling stars in the clear sky
which no wind or storm can ever destroy
their flickering light will soon shine bright
as soon as the painful storm passes by
to live with hope keeps her going for sure
Hope brings with itself strength to endure !
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