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At night,
When I lay me down,
To sleep,
Perchance to dream,
I see you,
Your sweet face,
Your eyes which
Haunt me still,
Gazing at me,
With such understanding,
Daring not to touch,
Least I flee the burn
Of that flame,
This resides so deep
Within your soul,
Baby,
How will you ever know,
Such a love as mine,
When the time of loving
Is over,
And what remains
Is the chore,
Of letting you go…
Ah,
But in my dreams,
What we have is real,
Your love warming
The ice from my heart,
And your brave spirit,
Fighting the battle,
To keep me alive…
By day I am another,
Not the same,
Am somebody’s mother,
Answer by another name,
And feel no shame,
For I love someone dear,
Who eases my fear,
That I shall walk the earth,
And never give birth,
To a love such as this again,
In my dreams,
I let you in,
Hold you so close,
You could be my ghost,
Walk in my ancient lands,
Holding the hand of the man,
I once loved,
With eyes that rivaled,
The sky above,
Hair the color of wild wheat,
A love it was fate to meet,
A love that makes me scream,
When I wake in the morning,
And find he was only a dream…
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(((retta)))
m.
Another beautiful piece to take my breath away. A wonderful piece.
Chrissie
A love that makes me scream,
When I wake in the morning,
And find he was only a dream…"
Only a dream ohh so many dreams.. I love it, wonderful poem
Agree with every comment.
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tony
What we have is real,"
beautiful poem. loved the wording.
Jack
aahhhhhhhh
"By day I am another,
Not the same,
Am somebody’s mother,
Answer by another name,
And feel no shame,
For I love someone dear,
Who eases my fear,
That I shall walk the earth,
And never give birth,
To a love such as this again,
In my dreams,
I let you in,
Hold you so close"
Georgeous poetry.
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