Perplexed Perceptions!

A kiss on the cheek, a touch so deep What is it, if not love? Dangling earrings seeking attention, Sweaty hands fearing rejection What is it, if not love? Burning wicks of sweet candles, Fallen petals of Primrose skedaddle What is it, if not love? Quivering lips and a shaky voice, His dancing gaze on the moonlit path What is it, if not love? Eyes that read and a soul that writes What is it, if not love? Starry skies dressed so bright Locked hands on an acoustic night What is it, if not love? Whispering winds of the fragrant gardens, Twisting my guts just to please What is it, if not love? Tingling rays on wide eyes, Mimicking magic as if,  it were alive What is it, if not love? Broken pieces of glass scatter, Taking away fragments of my imagination What is it, if not love?

Hope keeps me alive, Hope makes me brave, It makes me see the twinkle in the sky. Hope makes me forget, turmoils that I detest. It helps me discover, all that I shall never recover. Hope makes me look, Ahead of time, Just like the horizon: Endless and indefinite. Hope builds my faith, In humanity and humans; Hope makes me believe,  We survive, because we ponder. Hope tells me a story, of YOU and I, A story in the inter-looped multiverses; Where boundaries are indifferent' even of their presence. Hope makes me work, harder than my belief; It makes me surrender, my defeatist demeanor. HOPE, the four letter word, dooms me skeptic. Catching my breath, trolling my smile  And relentlessly flying. Hope mere mimics my desperate fantasies; Hope just exists... forbidding me incredibility; Thrusting my trust in love, Hope makes me Hopeful.