My Dream of Love
I dream about sitting here alone with you.
In front of a warm cozy fire
Drinking white wine
And talking of old times.
Then, when we both run out of things to say
I touch you And you don't refuse.
Inch by inch we move away from the fire
and casually lie down.
I awake to the bright glare of the sunlight
and find that the fire's not burning,
the wine sits in 2 glasses untouched.
Have I been dreaming this all
And if so will this dream come true?
I ask of you
Respond to me you shy soul.
Copyright © Jean Calliope | Year Posted 2020
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