Poem about Hope : Were There Hope

Poem about Hope : Were There Hope :




I was never in a league of noble gentlemen

To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles;

Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! -

Perhaps descent into a game of wiles



To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights

With her angelic presence to declare;

Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,

And I in awe of golden plumes of hair.



But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire

To haunt me for an age and evermore, for

How could I expect to hold her silken hand

When I am but a fading ghost of yore?



By Mark R Slaughter






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