Open Poetry #45 |
Dreams |
Lamar Cole Member
since 2009-05-01
Posts 274 |
Some people dream of diamonds. Some people dream of gold. But I dream of you love. Until the night grows cold. Prayer kept me safe. Visions of you kept me warm. Thinking of you through the night. Secure from harm. Some people dream of riches. A whole lot of money. But I will dream of you always. My precious honey. |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
I loved this one!!! |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
this swept me off my feet |
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