Who told that,
what I saw,
Was only a dream?
Who told that,
Whole things with colors
Was the rainbow?
Was it the singing birds?
Was it the musical wind?
Who told these lies?
When I searched you,
while I was alone,
whispering your name...
You were in my heart,
your presence was what I longed,
you knew all my dreams.
When you were away,
Whispers of my heart,
Withered as tears.
When I saw you,
without seeing you,
what I had, was love.
At last you came,
And showed me your
Affection...
My dreams came true,
my love bloomed...
Many seasons whispered our love.
A contest entry
- Stirrings Of The Heart. by Poetryintheblood.
900 points, ended August 8, 14 entries
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Thank you for your lovely entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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