My Love, My Sweetest Dream Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

I dreamed of owning
a mind I could not own.
As dream be dream,
I know I'd wake up all alone.
My sweetest dream,
you'll be a painful memory...
yet I cling to thee,
though hope be blind,
as thou not be misery.

I dreamed of loving
a heart I could not love.
As dream be dream,
I know I couldn't have.
My sweetest dream,
you'll be a dreadful history.
Yet I crave for thee,
though hope be blind,
to linger here with me.

My love, my sweetest dream,
you'll be a grievous melody
I never want to sing.
As dream be dream,
oh pain it brings!
to ever wake from thee.