This dream of you
I have fallen into this dream of you,
I have sought out the sound of our season,
I have taken again the forceful cue,
while others have said I have no reason.
But now I ask Reason for a pardon,
I will, my dearest, let strict language loose,
I will linger in the righteous garden,
and taste the scent of the flower you choose.
I dream of touching your beautiful hair,
of kissing you, of caressing your face.
How I dream of touching your skin so fair,
and just feeling the warmth of your embrace.
Love, let my dream become reality,
and turn me far away from my frailty.
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