To Share One's Dreams
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All I asked for was love to be real
and mold my heart like it was Potter's clay.
But I question, is it love that folks feel,
or are competing emotions at play?
Is love a dream, fragile as papier-mache,
a collage of hopes that easily fray?
I tried family; though I'd find love there,
and yet, nothing was there but tears and pain.
Never having felt loved, it seemed unfair
that I kept failing again and again.
I knew naught affection, only disdain,
whatever hopes I gleaned were all in vain.
I looked to friends for love to no avail,
for though love sprang from their lips, it was lies.
I believed love to be a fairytale
until we met, and you opened my eyes.
You taught me love is genuine, sweetheart,
now I can't imagine being apart.
Having found love is like living a dream,
I'm so happy I want to shout and scream.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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