Lady Of Dreams - Poem by john stoi
Lady Of Dreams
There she stands the lady of mens dreams.
Hair of silk, Body created by angels.
Eyes that draw mens souls to there deepest depths,
Lips as lucious as the red of roses,
Each man sighs i wish her heart was mine,
Yet who could be so lucky as to be chosen from an angel from above,
And each man waits to see if his heart will be broken or if one mans heart will be chosen and overwhelmed with joy,
Oh but to be the one man chosen.
For then his heart would be filled with joy as no other mans has or ever will be.
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