A love poem #2 from my hubby to me

Hope

Hope is a Thing With Feathers

by: Emily Dickinson 

Hope is a thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings a tune without words

And never stops at all.

And sweetest, in the gale, is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That keeps so many warm.

I?ve heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in extremity

It ask a crumb of me.

Love,

    Dano
 

Only you...

by: Chris H.

Only you can cast away those gloomiest days,

stunning me in your wondrous ways.

Standing in awe, I dare to stare,

warming me with the brightness you share.

Only you will love me with such tenderness,

so giving, so kind, so guiltless.

Your love will always accompany me,

so pure, so elegant, so closely.

Only you will make me experience this,

what I wouldn't give for just a kiss.

Only with you is where I will be,

because only you complete me.

Only you will make me feel the way I do,

Only you, only you...

Love,

    Dano