The Book Of Becca And Kris. - Poem by Twilight Whispers
I'm not sure that many see you the way I do;
Millions admire you and love you and call you theirs,
But all I want to do is to know you through and through:
To keep you from slipping from my dreams unawares.
Sometimes I wonder, what if I was your friend?
And you loved me, and I loved you?
I knew if I had the chance it’d be you I would mend:
Make you tea; hold your hand when the wind blew.
And you know what? – I dream about this,
Spending weeks in the boathouse alone.
We’d write books together about Becca and Kris,
Paint letters and send them back home.
No one would find us; no one would know,
Why your jigsaw piece fitted mine so well.
But I wouldn’t care...I’d be elated to grow
Next to you who is si pure et si belle.
Perhaps all this is simply a dream,
Maybe we’ll never meet each other.
Maybe we will; our paths may stream,
And finally we shall be together.
19.12.2009; 01: 59
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