jenie hart


Dreaming


I used to dream of eyes so blue
And loving arms to hold me.
I used to dream of heroic knights
And how gracious they would be.

I used to dream of how I wouldn’t settle
For anything less than best.
I used to dream of how he would majestically
Lay all fears to rest.

I used to dream of fairy tales,
How wondrous would they be
I used to dream of story books
All patterned after me.

I used to dream of a lot of things,
But the moment I met you,
I immediately stopped dreaming,
Because all of my dreams came true.

Submitted: Thursday, July 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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  • Khairul Ahsan (8/6/2013 6:01:00 PM)

    But the moment I met you,
    I immediately stopped dreaming,
    Because all of my dreams came true.
    The person you dreamed of, may have had his dreams met too, as soon as he had met you.
    Lovely poem, fills readers' hearts with happiness and dream. (Report) Reply

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