My Dream Poem by Marcel Moreau

My dream

Dawn opens my eyes
And I see You again my dream.
Are you really a woman
I could never touch?
Would your face be just a picture?
Your smile a nice mirage?
Your body, a perpetual dream?
You rock my nights,
you rub my days,
you comfort me,
And I hold you in my heart
To make you feel good.
I call you Angelic
Because I don't know who you are
Neither when you'll be my reality.
You're waving this flag
That you call Love
To have fun, to make me languish.
But do not doubt for a second
That I love you, my dream!