HOPE IS A THING WITH FEATHERS

Hope, do you believe in its magical powers? Like a glowing sparkle to your rescue when all the light has dimmed and eventually go off.

A hope that holds your hand when even you would like to let go. A warm comfort in the raging storm, a soft shoulder to lean on when things are way too heavy.

Do you hope for that time to come, for when your lover takes your hand and walks you down to everlasting love, a love you two would share together?

Oh, love, it is a hope that shines down your face. Like these words you'll find here in 1Love Poems, to keep you hoping and believing.

Author: 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.