Lovers Dream
Like skin stretched over broken bones, so tight
But does he know the hold of love's imprint?
Last to dream, first to fall from morning's light
To say to love was only first intent
His voice alone; bind me there forever
With the first man to provoke but my best
Disregarding pains - stabs - to endeavor
'Til the day my love is his to detest
And though he only feels but lovers start
The feeling of what may or may not be
I only dream some day I'll fill his heart
Only then he'll feel deepest love for me-
He'll wake with no crossing from life and dream,
And see love's much more than what it may seem.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
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