ImaginedA Poem by Dream Weaver
I’ve always dreamt there was a perfect love, the kind that poets have written about and spoken of. Where romance swept you off your feet, driven by passion in a single heartbeat. I’ve always imagined the most precious thing that quenches your thirst like a natural spring, to fall in love and to be divine, like the taste of a blush bittersweet wine. While poet’s pen and dreamers dream, this love escapes me never to embrace me, I struggle with the flow of this tidewater stream. Hope is all I ask for, a chance is all I need, for if this love truly exist then let all others supersede. © 2010 Dream WeaverAuthor's NoteReviews
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