I let hope grow in my heart.
This hope concealed from me its start
And made you into something odd,
Some demigoddess or demigod.
It made me think you'd right my wrongs
And smith my teardrops into songs.
But, like a tragedy, I missed
The mark and so I kissed
This image I have made of you
Farewell and flung it far from view.
For hope, when grown with furtive seed,
Yields bitter fruit. It is a weed.
