The Love I Shall Know Poem by Michael John Cook

Please tell me that I am not sleeping,
Yet if I am then do not wake me,
As this moment must not be lost,
For here and now I must remain,
The feel of her hand in mine,
The warmth I feel must be real,
Oh how could this be a dream,
Never have I felt so alive,
She kissed me so passionately,
My imagination could not invent it,
Or even conceive of its pleasure,
A dream as it has been before,
But never has it left me breathless,
Oh if I wake alone in my bed,
I shall long for this dream again,
I swear, so I shall live this moment,
Only next time she will be in my arms,
I will know it real, by all my five senses,
The smell of her sweet perfume,
As she whispers into my ear,
The taste of the gloss from her lips,
As she so elegantly kisses mine,
The feel of her head on my shoulder,
As we dance in the shadows,
The look in her eyes as she opens them,
After the kiss she longingly endured,
And the sound of her heartbeat,
As I lay my head on her breast,
While she runs her fingers through my hair,
Not a dream,
Just a memory,
Of a future,
I've still to see