Hope.

~ Hope ~
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Hope, for happiness.
But of what?
The flesh?
Or of the vine,
that thee and me entwine.
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Hope for mortal sin?
Or hope,
for the virtue
that also dwells within.
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Hope for a touch,
and if such hope
should prove too much,
hope for a word to soothe,
to refute reality’s
cold cruel crush.
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Hope for words,
neatly formed up in rows,
as pleas,
or simply hope
for words,
that please.
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Hope, it is so many things,
Hope, for what?
For Happiness, of course.
Such a simple,
silly,
special thing…
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