Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things