Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first bud opens,
And the sweet perfume of flowers is in the air.
Hope is in the summertime,
When the sun shines bright in your eyes.
When the lakes sparkle and shine under the sun,
And when there's laughter in the air.
Hope is in the fall time,
When the leaves fall off the trees,
And crunch under your feet when you walk on them.
When birds fly away to find a warm place to stay.
Hope is in the seasons,
When the first bird chirps,
When the sun is bright in your eyes,
When the leaves fall off the trees,
And when a blanket of white covers everything.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
