by M. Douglas Hoss
How great this thing called “hope” must be
Which to our hearts envisions
And titillates beyond our dreams
To unimagined heights.
How great this thing called “trust” must be
Which makes our spirits one
And nestles comfort in our beings
Away from emptiness.
How great this thing called “joy” must be
Which wraps itself around our souls
And warms our sentience in its hearth
With Ecstasy’s delight.
How great this thing called “love” must be
Which bades between us one soft kiss
And makes the lights of wits extinguish
To Passion’s perfect night.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.
Last updated April 25, 2013