I have this cup of hope
That fills itself to the brim
When I see you.
It overflows with the laughter of children,
Leaves rustling under my feet on a crisp fall day and
Miniscule fireflies that flutter with promise in the starry night sky.
I have this cup of hope
That loses its wonder
When I see you with her.
It looks like children crying,
Leaves that are gone because of an icy winter and
The lonely fireflies are left to perish in the jar.
That fills itself to the brim
When I see you.
It overflows with the laughter of children,
Leaves rustling under my feet on a crisp fall day and
Miniscule fireflies that flutter with promise in the starry night sky.
I have this cup of hope
That loses its wonder
When I see you with her.
It looks like children crying,
Leaves that are gone because of an icy winter and
The lonely fireflies are left to perish in the jar.
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