In Low Hopes
We live and breathe words in this world which we share,
It was books that made me feel that perhaps.
I was not completely alone in my life,
And it was a truth which i later realized.
They could be honest with me, and I with them,
I dreamed for something in my life.
Before which I always wished should come true,
Reading my words, what I wrote.
How you were lonely sometimes and afraid,
But always brave; the way you saw the world.
Its colors and textures and sounds,
I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt.
I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you,
I dreamed what you dreamed,
Want what you wanted and then I realized that truly,
I just wanted you.
Falling in love is very real,
But I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates. Poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal,
Not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book.
Then, we met, and everything changed,
The cynic has become the converted.
the skeptic, an ardent happiness,
You brought love and life in a circumstance of low hopes.
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