Goodnight, my love,
For though I may never feel my lips kiss that face
Lying softly on the pillow,
I would wish to see it smile.
Sweet dreams, my raison d’etre
For though my hands may never softly caress that most perfectly formed of bodies,
as it gently rises with each breath that is granted the privilege of entering it,
I would see it live on into old age and prosperity.
Sleep safe, my sweetheart,
For though I may never spend long days of bliss unscathed by worries staring into those beautiful blue eyes,
I would hope that they would find an object of greater beauty than that I can give to gaze upon.
Rest well my angel,
For in the morning a man may come,
Who will not only show what it is to be loved as I have loved you,
But would also be worthy of the affections of this most divine personage,
Who I am left staring at,
Never to touch.
Author notes
As followers of my poetry will have ntocied, I have given a lot of attention to documenting my experiences as a nerdy teen romantic. I have decided however, that for the moment I have run my ocurse on this subject and have chosen to divert my poetical attentions elsewhere...for now...
Please tell me what you think
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The dreams of love, first love are the most cheerished. To wish and dream is all one can do sometimes...loved this poem, very creative and has great imagery! ~Sie
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Nicely done
Awww dreams, how we love them. They create fantasies and thoughts takes us along the roads of life and enjoyments. great write. Jules.
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very good
i have never read your previous work and so can make no comparison but i will say that i enjoyed this very much indeed.keep up the good work and thank you for sharing this lovel ypoem with us
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