Dreams - Poem by Jeffrey Stultz
What need I of dreams, my love,
while thou dost breathe into
my heart more joy than ever
I could have dreamt?
What need I of hopes, dear one,
while thou hast given more
reason for my heart to rejoice
than if all my dreams were fulfilled?
Thou art my dearest dream,
Thou art my dearest hope,
Thou art my dearest love.
aka Taliesin Flynn
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