Were There Hope

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles; Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! - Perhaps descent into a game of wiles To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights With her angelic presence to declare; Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues, And I in awe of golden plumes of hair. But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire To haunt me for an age and evermore, for How could I expect to hold her silken hand When I am but a fading ghost of yore? Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope hope? Hope hope hope hope hope? Hope, hope? Hope? Never