Hope Of Love

A part of me,

Always sleeps in peace,

Or might be having a nap,

After great suffering.

The word called 'hope',

Always had the courage,

No matter what the path is!

This always seems to be,

Piercing my soul,

I always feel,

My heart dead on a letter,

Poured of love.

The torn letter seems,

To be a coffin at times,

But the words are written on it,

Gives me life again and again,

For my eyes lay on the page,

On your handwritten lines,

'I Love You!'