Hope

There will only ever be one.She is good, and pleasing, and perfect. Her beauty like a rose that never wilts, and still lives even in the depths of the coldest winter. Her smile only melts the hearts of those it meets. Her spirit as free as the dove's feather gliding in the wind. Her eyes are brighter than bright and deeper than the largest depths of the abiss. Her happiness is the only thing that makes me happy. My heart...a home to this perspective and the world i have to offer her. Though her heart and mine will never conjoin...all i have is a hope that will burn large and bright through the night till it reaches day. It will continue to burn until the memory of her is no more and all is lost and suffocated. And yet, i will still dwell on the embers of passion to keep hope alive...