My Love
If ever I had a wonderful dream,
It would be to walk with you along a stream.
Just walking beside you holding your hand,
Across God’s great and beautiful land.
I wish for all men to envy me,
Because they have not and I have thee.
When we kissed for the first,
You quickly increased my youthful thirst.
You made my passion sore through the air,
As you ran your fingers through my hair.
Then I saw you reaction was the same,
So I knew that fate was to blame.
For if a man could find true happiness,
It would indeed be a great success.
If pleasures came to you like the rain,
There would be nothing in which to gain.
You came to me when I was in greatest need,
And you proved to be a friend indeed.
For when I needed someone to love,
You appeared as if upon the wings of a dove.
As if out of nowhere you came along,
Like the words from an old familiar love song.
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Copyright © Anthony Brashear | Year Posted 2011
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