Sometimes hope comes in the strangest of shapes
It may be a single flower, clinging to the last breath of summer
A child’s first laugh
The first ray of sunlight as dawn approaches, just beginning to pierce the darkness
The first time I spoke your name
I look in your eyes, and I see home
Do you see the same in mine?The day I met you, You were sitting in the grass, singing softly to yourself
A crown on your head, fashioned with tall grass and dandelions
You seemed...at peace.
As if all of life’s worries were insignificant.
I rested in the soft grass, listening to your voice
the birds singing all around us
I fell in love with you that day,
And every day since
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
Sometimes hope comes in the strangest of shapes
It may be a single flower, clinging to the last breath of summer
A child’s first laugh
The first ray of sunlight as dawn approaches, just beginning to pierce the darkness
The first time I spoke your name
I look in your eyes, and I see home
Do you see the same in mine?The day I met you, You were sitting in the grass, singing softly to yourself
A crown on your head, fashioned with tall grass and dandelions
You seemed...at peace.
As if all of life’s worries were insignificant.
I rested in the soft grass, listening to your voice
the birds singing all around us
I fell in love with you that day,
And every day since