A Spark of Hope
In fleeting moments, hope finds its way.
I thought love had locked its doors,
Left me wandering endless shores.
But here you are, a gentle face,
A chance, perhaps, for life’s embrace.
Not love, not yet—just a thought,
A dream of what this hope has brought.
A college crush, a fleeting chance,
To let my guarded heart still dance.
Time is short, but hearts can bloom,
In borrowed moments, we make room.
For who’s to say what love might be,
When hope is written in destiny?
This poem reflects a sense of cautious hope, inspired by meeting someone new. It expresses the excitement of a potential connection, the dream of experiencing a college crush, and the belief that even in limited time, love and meaningful moments can bloom.
