Dream

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, July 12, 2009 1 comments

Afar from wounded reach
Within a dream my heart holds
Under a starlit blanket
How she doth soothe my soul

Upon a floor of rose petals
As romantic ballads play
To the magic of the moment
Under moonlight we sway

A dream within the essence
Of all I've sought to find
I gently touch her cheek
While I stare into her eyes

Telling her all I've longed to
So many times before
How much I do think of her
And may forevermore

She guides me like an angel
Within this dreamy brim
To places aloft the distant
Where stars dance and spin

So I hold her in this moment
And dare to kiss her lips
Share with her such beauty
Which catches her breathless

She takes my heart forever
When she whispers we belong
Just like kindred spirits
As she cuddles in my arms


Posted by Robert Anderson at Sunday, July 12, 2009
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1 comment:

M Kari said...

Beautiful so soft and gentle - again and again I say a woman would so love to have your words dedicated to her :)

December 2, 2011 at 10:58 AM

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