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What Hope Have I?
What hope have I to be with her,
My lonely heart, no longer bare,
To see her standing by my side,
Her eyes the look of love for mine,
To dream the gentle touch of hers,
And from our lips, those sacred words,
To share my life with hers beside,
Till hand in hand we share demise,
What hope have I to live my dream,
So shy and yet my heart will scream,
Have I the hope she knows my need,
Or is my fate content to dream?
My lonely heart, no longer bare,
To see her standing by my side,
Her eyes the look of love for mine,
To dream the gentle touch of hers,
And from our lips, those sacred words,
To share my life with hers beside,
Till hand in hand we share demise,
What hope have I to live my dream,
So shy and yet my heart will scream,
Have I the hope she knows my need,
Or is my fate content to dream?
Published 13th Apr 2020
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13th Apr 2020 10:49pm
19th Apr 2020 9:30am
Yes she was. Many years ago I was on a buss heading home, I was the only person on board except for the driver. At the half way point a pretty girl got on and sat across from me, oblivious to my existence. It wasn't love at first sight but she really caught my attention. In those days I was really shy of the greater sex and was sitting there at war with myself, really wanting to strike up the nerve to start a conversation whilst not staring at her like a creep. in my frustration these words passed through my mind and I managed to jot them down. To this day I have absolutely no idea who she was and I never saw her again, so she'll never know that one day long ago, she was the inspiration of a small work of art. Just another lost opportunity to add to the collection.
