Rebecca Whitaker

Carry Me To My Lover - Poem by Rebecca Whitaker

I dream, I do,
In the days with my eyes open,
In the nights with my eyes closed,
But dream I do!
To be carried in a bottle of silk,
with lots of love and kisses to give,
to my lover wherever he may be..

I know not his name,
the colour of his eyes or hair,
surely he must be quite sad,
without me, to laugh and dance,
the sorrows that life gives,
or the joy that life takes,
To be carried in a pot of butter,
some bread and biscuits to share,
with my lover wherever he may be..

Years have passed, many a frogs I have kissed,
sad oh yes, sad it was,
to watch the frogs croak away,
with flies in their mouth,
and their slippery feet,
falling away clumsily I must say,
Oh to be carried in a music box,
with songs to sing and a joke or two,
for my lover wherever he may be..

Dream I shall, till I'm found,
I'll bring it all I swear I will,
till we meet, my lover dear,
smiles I'll wear, ear to ear,
To be carried right into your arms,
with tears to cry, for a happy life,
with you my lover whoever you are!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

There's someone out there, waiting for me, and I dedicate this poem to him, my one true love, the soul mate.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013

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