THE HOPE

We were all hopeless,

But my boy's love is endless.

May the world be on fire,

My buddy, he won't retire.

He walks down the lane,

A heavy heart, a burning pain.

He thinks of her, all her grace,

And wonders if he'll ever see her face.

He dreams of her, the queen bee,

And wonders if she thinks of, he.

His heart is heavy, yet we still believe,

That one day, his love she'll receive.

He thinks of her smile, her light,

And ponders if he'll ever hold her tight.

His heart beats fast with hope and fear, 

As he imagines her voice, oh so clear.

Oh lord! He hopes for many,

And most weren't very funny.

He longs for her laudation,

And hopes that one day,

 She'll feel the same elation,

So, he waits for that special day.

He dreams of her day and night,

And prays to the heavens with all his might.

For this typical lover knows one truth,

That love is pure and love is youth.

He hopes that she'll see him for who he is,

And return his love with an eternal kiss.

He walks down the lane with a spring in his step,

For he knows that his love is not a debt.

He hopes and he dreams of a future so bright,

And knows that one day, she'll be his light.

For the he never gives up,

Even when the journey is rough.

He believes in love, and he believes in fate,

And he knows that one day, it will be great.

He knows that she'll see him someday,

And that's when his heart will truly sway.