Treasure Island

Sharron Stephenson


A Powerful Love Dream


the day i met you you was the start,
of a new life,
the past i could leave behide,
because you love me,

take me in your arms,
lay me gently down,
the passion in your eyes,
lets me know that i will never be hurt again,

the beat of my heart,
next to you lets me breath,
the smell of roses,
on the pillow as we talk,

make the most powerful love,
until the break of dawn
and i wake to find,
it was all a dream,

and the heartache begins once more,

let me find the,
one true love

Submitted: Saturday, July 09, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, August 09, 2011

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  • Sharon Birdsall (9/5/2011 8:53:00 AM)

    with this poem, this writer has a mind for the human emotions please keep up, the good work enen dreams can come dream i hope, that one your dreams will come true (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (7/21/2011 4:30:00 AM)

    A love story with passion I was so sorry it was a dream...very nice to read++++10
    regards (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (7/11/2011 1:14:00 AM)

    nice poem from soul
    until the break of dawn
    and i wake to find,
    it was all a dream, (Report) Reply

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