A Dreamer's Dream

The illusive love that never was. When love turns on you and the realization that it was not felt equally.

Oh, how I have dreamt of thee,
Till come sun and morning due.
T'was merely the beginning,
When the end will come too soon.


Oh, What t'is this love,
That feeds my splendid bliss.
T'is not bread, nor air,
Nor water upon my lips.


Thine love was but a shadow
Casted upon my heart. 
Thine hopes of my dimise
Cutting through me like an arrow.

In place of thine love
Thou wish for my utter death
And spat at me the poision
That I took with my last breath.


Oh, who would want to live
When comes time to never be?
And dreams of love's beauty,
T'was but a dream to thee.

8-6-10

Author's Note

When you love so deeply that you feel mere earth cannot contain it, you are never prepared for the end.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

these were all beautifully written verses but if i had to pick one that stood out for me it would be this one:

Oh, What t'is this love,
That feeds my splendid bliss.
T'is not bread, nor air,
Nor water upon my lips.

what a wonderful spirit you have.
Antonio :)

[Monica Carr Innovation]

Thank you so very much, Antonio :] I really loved writing this, although, at the time it was very hard. However, I do not take one moment back..