Dedicated to: Terrence Michael Sutton & his wife
I've been to hell and back since I was last here
Now pondering none of previous pitfalls and fears.
Seemingly waking up each day from a dream not over
That each sleep has a story to be treasured forever
Come golden sun or a silver moon
I just don't want to dream alone
If you're a rose at the break of dawn,
Just to be with you, let me be the thorn.
My love won't wither or will ever it rust
Though this aging body returns to dust
And behind I left my painful past
Because in you I have a home at last.
No use of doubting if my love is real
For what I have is not a heart of steel
And though this world may lose its thrill
Our story of love still is the best of tales.
Fairytales are not just in the books
For ours is one, would you just take a look?
You're not a Duchess or me a Duke
We are simply real that no one can mock.
No need for Vegas or Disney Land
Our time together is so much fun
We could laugh and stroll while holding hands
Oh what a joy to call when the day is done.
Our love is a picture though not in frame.
Just in our garden so neatly trimmed
By simply having our morning coffee and cream
Is a happy installment of a staggered dream.
Date and Time of Writing:
November 23, 2011
5:09pm – 5:33pm
If there is someone I would consider an instant mentor in online posting of poems, it's AUSSIEPOET. For giving me hint of the gift of writing that I may be possessing. Thus, I am writing this poem (using the first line of his site's introduction as the first line of this poem) in dedication for him and his beloved wife… my grateful appreciation for his encouragement.