A memory not yet complete,
May only be a fantasy today,
As a reality not yet realized.
But the hope, whether answered in a few moments,
Or delayed for years,
Keeps the heart young, the thoughts loving,
And the anticipation sweet to the soul.
If not for hope, much of life would be,
The sad exercise of climbing the mountain,
Only to find nothing at the top.
Hope, is that for which you have faith,
Faith in a love, Faith in a God,
Faith that wll not die, because there is a rope,
Between the two, which held tight,
Reveals that there is someone at the other end,
Who is pulling it just as hard,
Hoping for you.
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