On Hope...



O flicker, frail and fitful flame,

this frozen heart to thaw

Where long ago love's torrent flowed,

bring forth youth's spring once more


Time's chance encounters, newly forged

from embers thought grown cold -

return to me! Resuscitate

the breathless chase of old!


This night I see within myself

a truth that none could teach;

I see love clearly, free of doubt

and all is in my reach!


"It's you."




The End

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