Your existence gives me hope…

Before you, there was Doubt.
Apart from a momentary bout
of cursory resistance,
there was no promise of existence.

After you, there was Hope.
My soul did elope
with ideas dangerously close
to Trust’s ballad, “La Danse de Morose.”

 

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2 comments

  1. awomansaved · June 15, 2014

    Beautifully written!

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