"Hope is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the 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 kept so many warm-
I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me."
~ Emily Dickinson ~
"Hopes to Love" is a space for my thoughts about love (the romantic kind), marriage, children, and the like. Currently, the love of my life is my cat, Ally, so this page is filled with dreams as opposed to facts. *s* But, in the hope of that changing sometime in the not-too-distant future, this space is set aside. *s*
)) for you, i will wait. ((
My Love // *Secret Love*
