i see hope.

when she looks back,and waits for me to hold her hand and help her cross the road,
i see hope,
when she holds my hands tight,and ripples her fingers through mine,
i see hope,
when she brushes her hair away from her forehead,and looks into my eyes to never look away,
i see hope,
when she digs her head in my neck,and hugs me hard,too scared to let go,
i see hope,
like the wind she sways,into my arms she falls and stays,
like a little girl she plays,like an angel my name she says,
she floats like a cloud,she walks like a queen,
she runs like a wave,and stops like a scene,
her eyes speak,like i wish my poems would,
her hair fly,like i wish my paper plane thoughts could,
i remember her smell too,and so does the river which froze with her fragrance,
i remember her voice yes,and so does the cuckoo who envies her with vengeance,
when she walks up to me,and whispers in my ear,that she loves me,
i see hope,
when she rests on my shoulder,and kisses me on my lips,so gently that my heart leaps with joy and sinks knowing the moment would be over soon,
i see hope,
yes,i see hope,
hope that when i wake up from this dream one day,
this story would be real,and she'd be mine.