Must Never Wake Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

In love
For what is love if love is more than word, or name
Little flower sweet, for love
In Mine, Tender heart of clay

As the feathers float upon the breezy waves
So does love once again, Then floats away

Her vision, within a feeling, like a play
Mine, her lovely face
Rehearsing for another day

Sweet Bitter Love
For her love, a promise made
Dreamed with vision
Alive beyond a living way
A wish upon a dream to make

Must close the eyes, And never wake

(10/03/2023)