Sweet Dreams My Love
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
Everlastingly be:
True love, true love, and true love
Eternally!
Good night my love...
My poetic pillow for your head
Love
Almedia
A day, not in May.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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