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Love's Hope
By
Dave Frazier
Gentle was she to touch my hand,
Vibrant and warm to console,
The depths of despair in my soul,
To shrink to a mere grain of sand.
For my vision of life was ever so grand,
Yet sinking down-ever deep was the hole.
Dark and cold, as a dusty lump of coal,
My demise would surely rouse the band.
Her gift of hope did ease my pain,
Erased forever by her warm smile.
Dark shadow lifted from my sight,
No longer could it defile.
Her love for me is truly my gain,
My day no longer dark as the night.
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