Andrew Hinton (1993 / Massachusetts)
Just Hope and a Dream
When my darling asks me how much I love her what will I say?
Will I think of all the times I held sorrow and loneliness at bay?
Will I think of all the times my heart was broken before?
Will I be at a loss for words and succumb to using a metaphor?
No, maybe on a mountain we will kiss, together lost in a moment of bliss.
No, maybe in the sea, our hearts will realize that we are meant to be.
But I am here now, with just hope and dream,
Giggles and flirting might be less than they seem.
But hope burns defiantly in my chest,
I will give her nothing but my best.
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