A DREAM COME TRUE
Their paths crossed,
like a head on collision.
She could be no more perfect,
had she come in a vision.
Had he dreamed her up,
to be precise,
he wouldn’t have dreamed her
to be this nice.
To choose a word
and to be real specific.
His word for her
would be terrific.
She is his goal.
She’s the air that he breathes.
She resurrected his soul.
She made him believe.
She is his queen.
Yet, he knows not what to do.
She’s not a dream,
but a dream come true .
She is his future.
She blurs his past.
She’ll be his always.
She’ll be his last.
A very sweet love poem, may they be together always.
Mary
Regis