A Dream Of Love

I dream of love taking flight like a brid high into the heavens.
A love that floats down like frost bitten snow.
I dream of a love that surrounds me and pierces my cheeks red.

A love that will live forever, a love that will never be dead.
I dream of laying softly upon the pillows of bitter sweet kindness, cast upon the many shapes and colors of the ever mysterious kaleidoscope.
Driven souly upon the blush stained flesh, the child like smiles and the boyish laughs and sorrowful cries.

I dream of a love that has no end like a circle; no real beginning and no real end.

I dream of a love that I can truely call my own, a love where my heart and soul would be it's only home.
I'll dream up a love untouched by worldly bitterness.
A love pure as the heart of a new born child, unconditional and sweet like newly made honey.
A love that cannot be bought with fine jewels and money.
I dream of a love that time would stand still for...
I prayed for a love on this one night and then came you....

A fresh love with a new start.
A love that would never let me die of a broken heart.