In Dreams He Calls Her Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

Pain so intricate, love woven deep
In the wounds of memories
Haunting her every sleep.
But lo! How beautiful this pain is!
As he calls her name, tis sweet, tis pleasing;
His voice, a sentiment dawning on her thoughts.
His eyes, mirror his heart's desires, tis piercing.
In his lips lie some agony to her unbeknownst.
He calls her name the second time
In dreams her heart was stirred.
Heav'nly music to her ears sublime,
Ne'er in mundane years have she heard.
In dreams he calls her for the last time,
Her heart arose in flare.
What sense this pain, this beauty left behind;
For lo! She woke, he wasn't there.