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.
Last updated April 25, 2013