Hope
My first poem, written for that special person we are all destined to meet.
You cannot kill Love but it can dieI nurture mine each passing moment I feed it memories of soft kisses gentle touches intimacy With a lover gone I know not where or why my Love grows stronger hardier with each day that passes It knows no bounds as it grows in search of her My hope ?Should my lover ever return or even pass by she might kiss a leaf from me to make me blossom forever