Sometimes I don’t know if it is real
Or I’ll wake up and it will all be a dream
More I find that my heart says no, believe in him
Ever so gently my heart pushes me to believe
Tell me again, why the bird sings songs to forget
He seems so out of reach but yet not
Is this just paranoia settling in?
Never to let me release and let go
Guard my heart, my inner person says.
Is it so intangible that he would be mine?
New to my heart, old to my skin
Take my blinding shield away and allow him in
At last I ache for him to be mine
Never to find him gone again from my sight
Giving him my heart, my soul, my very being
I long for my dream to be real so I can kiss his face
Bury him in love deep and passionate
Loving him, but it just seems to me that
Every time I see him, he is something of a dream.
A contest entry
- Love poems wanted by rosepoet.
300 points, ended September 25, 2007, 12 entries
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Beautiful thanks for your entry
Good luck
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Really calm, really sort of depressing, only a dream, isn't is awful how we can have an amazing dream, or wish for some amazing thing to happen, and to come to realize they were only a dream, it was only a dream, it never happend, and you are left feeling sorrow that your mind could play such cruel tricks on you. Great poem, I really loved it and conected with it.
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Now you see em now you don't ...that one perfect love can be so elusive, you hit the emotions of fear, excitement and anticipation perfectly, great poem!
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thank you!
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thank you!
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