Pure Hope

Of all that stands a soul erect
The thing that binds us to this realm
Which stays us from untimely death
And may just sometimes overwhelm

It's love, no other word for this
The feeling, or just the chance enough
It's what we feel with each first kiss
The hope one day of finding love

When love is lost, what have we left
What beats our hearts or spurs our breath
What keeps us from a chosen rest
What carries our bones and wears our flesh....

It's hope which helps us carry on
When all else seems as surely gone
It's hope of love, that keeps us strong
The hope our next will be "the one"