I dreamed of love
but not like this –
a silent heart
a frozen kiss
vain conceit, deceit
words unmeant
passion spent.
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I dreamed of love
the gentle kind –
sweet and true
to ease the mind
unmeasured, treasured
soft and pure
ever sure.
Just like love on a hot afternoon, not what one would wish for. A startling revelation-bittersweet
What is love then Valerie? Did you dream of it quite differently than every one one us would? What is perfection is illogical as well.
I love this poem. We all dream of love in its upmost form. We do find so many mean forms of 'love' that the love our dreams sometimes seems unreal. But we cannot give up. Love is real, love is wonderful. Keep believing, Val, keep dreaming. I keep trying unconcitional love myself. I only succeed in brief moments and it seems more of coincidences than something I really did. But we have to keep beleiving, Val, keep dreaming. Excellent poem
a wonderful dream that is. I dream that one day if I'm lucky I'll meet the other half of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heart breaking- dream-love-loving-to be loved-dream-love soft and pure- unmeasured beautiful