Hope

The thought of you makes me giggle.
Like how you did, it's not a little.
This love for you is not a mystery, or a riddle.
But you can solve it, and realize it's not in the middle.
And that it will never dwindle.
Though I do hope our story will one day rekindle.
And maybe ours can be a symbol,
Of never letting go because some see it as lust and impulse.
I can't wait for when God will give us the signal,
to reassemble.