Lingering Hopes
I linger on the doorstep of the promise of the day
Patiently await the morning as the nighttime fades away
Hoping for a promise of the love that we once knew
Wishing on a falling star that you will want that too
I stroll along a boulevard of memories grown cold
Whistling familiar love songs that now are growing old
My empty heart reach out for you to grasp but thinning air
When did time steal you away and leave me waiting here
I linger on the doorstep of the promise of the day….
B&R
Regis
Xxx dove
Love Tinka
A series of events that noone can predict, though one thing is for certain, there is still a doorstep and a lingering hope
Excellent heart rendering prose Fee :):)
Hugs
Ch'erie
You are on a roll just now, and this is no exception...
Gorgeous romantic poetry, that we all can relate to, and savor...
Love is a series of stepping stones in life until we reach home...
Peter
it gave it a fairy tale quality......
and I guess romance can be that way sometimes.....
I could sense the sadness here cradled with belief
and optisim
Here's to happier writes!!!
pax A
Sanedie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Susan