Hope is a truly, loving woman,
Her loving patience, and, her soft touch…
Hope is knowing that she does stand,
Beside me, always; means so much…
Hope is waking up every day,
Knowing that she is always right there…
A debt of gratitude that I can’t repay,
She’s a living angel, a gem, truly rare…
Hope is praying every night,
That I will get the blessed chance…
To love her again, in the next life,
Hope is her, my great love, and romance.
Copyright © Jennifer Etheridge | Year Posted 2021
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