A Not Quite Simple Dream For Me (poem) by Maria A Fiorille on AuthorsDen

A Not Quite Simple Dream For Me
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When I think about my future All I can see is you, This perfect man that I've made up A dream not yet come true I can close my eyes To see your view But then I realize It's no more than a dream for me What I want yet not to be I lay my head down And I can dream of you The way your lips part to smile As your eyes hold true I know the love inside you Yearning to flow free Tonite as you close your eyes I ask you to love me You're all I've ever wanted Unbeknownst to you and I, But this magical sensation Is all I need to feel inside A thousand nites I've cried And only more tears shed Just so I could realize In all life I couldn't have you For you're just inside my head I lay my head down And I can dream of you The way your lips part to smile As your eyes hold true I know the love inside you Yearning to flow free Tonite as you close your eyes I ask you to love me The dreams come wide awake They slip and slide at 5 past 1 You're here to cradle me gentle As sleep now comes I lay my head down And I can dream of you The way your lips part to smile As your eyes hold true I know the love inside you Yearning to flow free Tonite as you close your eyes I ask you to love me The dream of you is Uncertain and unclear I've dreamed you up inside And kept you all too near Keep me close at hand Love me from inside And maybe one of these days Look me in the eyes I lay my head down And I can dream of you The way your lips part to smile As your eyes hold true I know the love inside you Yearning to flow free Tonite as you close your eyes I ask you to love me

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on April 14, 2003

I Salute You, Poet Maria Fiorille.

I have digested "A Not Quite Simple Dream". I read an inspiring composition.

Never rest Your pen; don't let Your quills dry.

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on April 13, 2003

If it weren't for fantasy, many women would be very disappointed. Keep seeing it the way you want it to be and it will happen. A tennant of goal setting. Bravo on a fine poem.