As the Night begins to slumber,
And most dreams start to awake,
I do softly sigh and wonder,
If true love is really great.
I have dreamt of your sweet coming,
Of us drifting in Love's Lake,
Like two Swan's in love's pure splendor,
But you're gone when I awake.
..............beautiful poem...so poetic and flows nicely ★
What is real and what is not? The daily crap or pure thought? When the body is gone, no more sinew what carries on is what was IN you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is the hope in us and hope is love calling us. thank you.