A Chance of Hope
By Cope
There is a chance, Somewhere, Somewhere in the deepest darkest realm of earth, There is the slightest Chance; one filled with a never ending hope, And in the same with daily sorrow. Yet still I wait. I wait eternally. For one day she will be mine, Or do I just allow myself to believe this. She is married, Or at least the same. For in love, is she? A love that is of one kind, One of just half of the loving heart, As for the darkness of her eyes, there is no one, No one, except for him. Here again I sit, Waiting for my chance, A chance, without hope, Which, as it seems, will never fall, Fall upon my heart. For, it grows weaker by the day. In the sun’s first glimpse at the world, I see her, And, yet she is not here. And as night falls upon our mother, I sit upon my resting place, with no other vision Of myself on earth, Than one, with her by my side, until The sun falls from the sky, And the eternal blanket of darkness is spread Upon my cold and lifeless body. Yet, still I wait. For her, whom only I Only I can make happy. Oh, but what I would give for that chance. A chance filled with nothing more than a inkling of hope. Yet, still I wait. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 04:33 AM PST 0 • 8
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