Hopes of Doubt
With a heart of gold I did propose,
Yet the tides of old did oppose,
With the light of hope I did suppose,
But the dimness of doubt arose,
My love,in her heart,I seeked to grow,
Praying it blossomed in a perfect row,
But yet her fears made its sprouts low,
Causing my soul to move with turbulent flow,
My hopes are blinded by her doubt,
As my strength is drained by uncertainty's louse,
Failing my faith to be her perfect spouse,
I live in the space of the lonely house,
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