Crystal-red-coloured rose pouring sweet scent into my nose;
That’s what you are, and more, my sweet muse.
The other night, vivid dreams of you I had
That made sleep feel like divine love:
You and me in a flowered prairie, with bright clothes.
I saw the bright sunlight jive alive in your black diamond eyes most true
That married your smile, as you told me you were glad
To be with me, smelling flowers and watching doves.
I was so glad! I can still feel how my heartbeat rose
When you told true tales of love as you’re used
To doing, with your hands in mine, your soft palms.
How much more can I thank the Orchestra above?
For this scene is all I’d have wanted, like exquisite prose.
From time to time, I’d look at you from behind (you’d excuse
Me!) and have nothing to add to the perfection you clad
And still do in reality! Perfect curves painted silken mauve!
I’s about to end the distance between our lips when I arose
Most sad to find all that was but a dream.
I’d have gladly gone back to the dream
But reality is worth a thousand dreams; so I left home
To meet the object of my every joyful prose
On this valentine morning so jocose.
3 thoughts on “Valentine Dreams”
You are quite the poet! didnt know that about you
Sharp!now thts a great piece!that is some nice flow!
Thanks guys…keep reading!