Ashleigh Leona Mellon

(07/07/90- / Armadale, West Lothian, Scotland)

Love Is Hope


If we lose someone close to us,
We feel a sting in our Loving Heart
They are love
They Are Tender
They are Care
Love is hope

Love is Family
Love is Friends
Love is Heaven
Love Is Desire
Love is Hope

Love in Death is impossible,
Love in life is sweet
losing those you love is saddening
Resulting a hole in that heart

Forever, life and Death
Love is always there
Family, Live or dead
still love you
From Beyond the netherworld.
Love is hope

In My Opinion
Love Is Dear
Love is true
love is there
But most importantly
LOVE Is Hope

everywhere, Even The Lord
God Loves you
His love eternal everlasting
His Love, his Son
Love is hope.

Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011
Edited: Friday, December 16, 2011

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