Open Poetry #1 |
Living with a Dream |
Ian Vernon New Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1Helsingborg, Sweden |
From my childhood reverie I keep on wondering When will I meet that girl who keep touching my dream. Each morning I ask my self who is the girl in my happy memories. Time passed by and I keep searching, I am living on a dream. Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be, Drink to me only with that pretty eyes and I will pledge with my life. Or have a kiss but in the cup and I'll never look for wine As real and true as the morning dew, I keep living on my dream. Yes my love, you're like a white rose that newly sprung in June You're like a melody that sweetly played in tune, as fair as you are So deeply in love am I and I will love you till the oceans gone dry. Yet I keep on searching since you live only in my dreams I never thought that in this life of mine, a life of dreams That I will meet you my love in the most unusual way I used to think that it was just a dream, another good rumination But I know I am now walking with my dreams, a living dream. My life I offer you, my love I give you I am yours as you are mine, my dream I share with you You make my life complete, my days filled with greatness You are not just a dream, We are living on that dream. |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
Although it's filled with a dozen old clichés, you did a good job balancing it out with a couple new ones of your own. ------------------ Even with a lot of imagination, does it make the story less true? |
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