If Hope, Then Love

If "Hope is the thing with feathers",

Then love is the one with petals

that must be held with care,

and pricks it's victims wisely

to whoever dare come near,

Wilted will it quick become

when sunlight hides it's face,

Still a flurry carries

it's fresh passion and it's grace,

It finds a place to propagate

and will always be desired,

For loneliness evaporates

on the blessed land that find it.