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A Man Can Dream
By La Belle Rouge
yes dear one, a man needs dreams
and cruel be the woman
who laughs at his schemes
who dares to belittle visions he may see
only foolish, cold hearted women
rob a man of cherished fantasy
when i’m gone then you’ll find
another to inspire your words
another love to fill your mind
til it ends it will be thee and me
and steamy love trysts we share
in heated lines of your poetry
a man must dream or a man will die
he must have love’s reward
for all the tears he has cried
he must know he is admired as a man
and must have a soft place to land
in adversity to be strong and stand
so i’ll be your sweet dream,
til at last your dreams come true
and the one you will adore
is finally there.... adoring you
a man must dream or a man will die
so dream on of me and i’ll not ask why
i’ll never feel the fire of your kiss
never nestle warm in your arms
only think of you and miss
one far away, i danced with in dreams
and if it wasn’t truly love
well...that’s how it seemed
Sometimes reality is not all it seems
and I so agree with you when it comes
to treating a man with love and respect
for his dreams, whether shared with me,
or not -- we all need our dreams. This
was one exquisite poem from your loving
heart my friend.
Love,
Katherine
Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)
Reviewed on May 28, 2007
Always a pleasure to read from the great La Belle Rouge-Excellent poem of romantic longing
Reviewed by Malcolm Watts (Reader)
Reviewed on May 28, 2007
Lovely piece Belle! You are quite perceptive and correct in your assertian that men need dreams and need to be cherished and admired for what they do. Malcolm
My head is already on the pillow, my eyes are closed and my ears are waiting for those whispers.
A magnific poem to dream away...ever daydreaming.
Perfect.
Georg
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2007
What an understanding, compasionate, woman you are Bell
Hell of a write...
Lurve ya,
Your fan also,
Ron
Seraphic in presentation, harp strings intact, heart strings pulled...do Southern belles keep a scalloped-lace edge handkerchief tucked in their cleavage, if so...pull it out, La Belle...
these are the soul whispers of beauty, gentle love,
enchantingly sweet, brilliantly rendered, from the heart, la belle, you really are amazing! love your work, Always my friend, mike
My Sweet Precious, He could have had his dream realized in you, but foolishly let his dream slip away like sand through an hourglass! He deserves no tears shed for him, just pity. LOVE YOU! Sissy
well done, la belle. like a cyber lover. where you share heart but not space.
Reviewed by Lewis Findley (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2007
Beauty beyond words
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2007
Very beautiful writing as always belle,stay safe and well...Hugsssss
Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2007
There is a bittersweet poignancy to this one, La Belle.
"i’ll never feel the fire of your kiss
never nestle warm in your arms
only think of you and miss
one far away, i danced with in dreams
and if it wasn’t truly love
well...that’s how it seemed"
And truly, how it seemed is all that matters...the fantasy is often the reality. Brilliant poetry. Lydi**
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Thank you for this lovely poetry...to recognize a man also has dreams... takes one fine woman
Walt
and I so agree with you when it comes
to treating a man with love and respect
for his dreams, whether shared with me,
or not -- we all need our dreams. This
was one exquisite poem from your loving
heart my friend.
Love,
Katherine
A magnific poem to dream away...ever daydreaming.
Perfect.
Georg
Hell of a write...
Lurve ya,
Your fan also,
Ron
Seraphic in presentation, harp strings intact, heart strings pulled...do Southern belles keep a scalloped-lace edge handkerchief tucked in their cleavage, if so...pull it out, La Belle...
graciously your fan,
Sage
Be safe,
Karen
enchantingly sweet, brilliantly rendered, from the heart, la belle, you really are amazing! love your work, Always my friend, mike
Love Tinka
Thanks,
Dan
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
"i’ll never feel the fire of your kiss
never nestle warm in your arms
only think of you and miss
one far away, i danced with in dreams
and if it wasn’t truly love
well...that’s how it seemed"
And truly, how it seemed is all that matters...the fantasy is often the reality. Brilliant poetry. Lydi**