At Last
Just a little something
A heartfelt thought or two
A bouquet in the morning
Because I dreamt of you
I dreamt of fields of lilacs
I heard you call my name
I didn't see you anywhere
But towards your voice I came
Then opened up a clearing
I saw you standing there
Perfume emanating
From flowers in your hair
You smiled when you saw me
Your arms were opened wide
They beckoned me come towards them
So I could hide inside
I said, "This can't be happening,
I thought your love was gone"
You told me I was silly,
I couldn't be more wrong
But that it didn't matter,
The waiting was now past
To come and kiss your Bluebird,
So we could love at last
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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