A Dream of Love
A Dream of Love...
And now,the fruit of
A dream,I had buried.
Surprises me with life...
I worried,the dream might
Be embarrassed if ever
It came into being
Ashamed at its inabilities.
I hid it from prying fingers
Yet it surprises me,comes to life...
All I did was think about it often.
Often enough, I hoped
To save it from forgetfulness,
Age and a bad memory.
Yet it surprises me,comes to life...So soon....
I loved too much I guess.
Maybe God felt sympathy,
Gave me a gift.
This gift
Of love
I'd rather not be given.
I wish to snatch it from the heavens,
Wish to make it happen.
Yet it surprises me...so easy...
The fruit I'm given;
This Love.
I cannot savour.
But then I can't not accept it.
I really must have it.
Cause it is after all
My dream.My love.
Dream...Cause it will come to life...
Dream...And bring it to life.
-Viraj Shah
Posted for Contest Any Poem/Any form- for new poets of Soup. Posted on 26/11/2013
Copyright © Viraj Shah | Year Posted 2013
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