Was your love just a dream.....
Did it ever belong to me?
Or was it a breeze whispering to the trees,
Those words spoken so tenderly?
Was your love just a dream.....
Was it the music and the wine?
This love I feel, tell me it was real,
Lay your last bouquet at my shrine
Was your love just a dream.....
These memories of you seem real,
They come and go like a late Spring snow,
But I can't deny what I feel
Was your love just a dream.....
Am I soon to wake up and find
When day is past, and shadows fall fast
Love only lived in this fool's mind?
Was your love just a dream.....
Could a dream recall such a thrill?
I drank from your well 'til darkness fell,
How I drank! ..... but I'm thirsting still
Was your love just a dream.....
Could a dream make my spirit soar?
The truth I fear, so whisper in my ear
That you love me.... and will evermore
This is a really good poem. If you don't mind Lora Colon could check out my six poems, please? I'm in need of inspiration would you please comment on mine or send a message?
I like your idea of drinking from the well. Of course sometimes the well hasn't dried up, one may just need a new bucket.
The past, especially past love, can seem like a dream... forevermore. A lovely poem. Darla :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked the last stanza. It touched me.