Hope

A poem about a girl I love

Hope

All my life I knew I could always cope, because by my side was my little ball of hope.

At least that's what I used to think, before my hope went down the sink.

I looked up and down with all my might, but I still couldn't find my little ball of light.

And just when I thought I would be no more, I saw a sight that made my heart soar.

A beautiful girl walking down a slope, and in her arms was my little ball of hope.