For the hopeful

 

My darling,

You are a girl,

Who waits,

For something wonderful.

 

You wait for sweetheart,

Something the world,

May never give:

A cure.

 

I wish I could make one,

Of love alone,

Because you would be healed,

In no time.

 

But dearest,

Who am I to say,

What time you have?

Who am I to guess,

When your lungs give out?

 

Because angel,

I don’t want to imagine,

A world without you.

 

So if you become,

A girl who waits honey,

That is fine with me,

As long as I can keep you,

Here a little longer,

Living on nothing,

But hope.