Almedia Knight Oliver
Sweet Dreams My Love - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
I know, I know, I know, that
By phone we just spoke, but
This could be my last croak
Please! I can’t walk
Nor talk alone [without you]
It's enough standing old and bare like a tree
Will you forever stand with me.
Oh my love,
String my arms with green leaves
Place silver rings the length of my limbs
Now I stand trembling… hold me dear
Our love shall
True love, true love, and true love
Good night my love...
My poetic pillow for your head
A day, not in May.
Comments about Sweet Dreams My Love by Almedia Knight Oliver
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You