"and what of hope?"you ask

I stay silent

what of hope?

so sweet, so tantalising

like the honey of your eyes when the sun rays hit

what of hope?

like the bittersweet taste of my tears as they embrace our lips

what of hope?

like the tugging of my heartstrings that seem to magically fix

what of hope?

like our bubbling laughter and contented bliss

what of hope?

like the beating of my heart that quickens every time we kiss 

my love, that is hope