Poetry of Heart
It seems perhaps I dreamed you,
From some time so long ago;
Some ancient wisp of memory,
Did the land of mists bestow.
Perhaps it was to the otherworld,
Kidnapped by the faerie kind;
They must have played some enchantment,
Some spell upon my mind.
Perhaps it was some magic,
That to my seeking eyes did betray;
The illusion of some sweet vision of you,
That led me somehow astray.
Perhaps my senses misled me,
And never was I in your space;
Never did I hold your hand,
Nor touch your gentle face.
Perhaps I saw not the image,
Of kind and lively skies;
Reflected in your aspect,
And mirrored in your eyes.
Perhaps my lips never touched yours,
And felt the softness of your kiss;
To feel as spring flowers do,
Under the sun's bright warm bliss.
Perhaps, it just seems so long ago,
That I beheld you in my sight;
A space in another time,
Beyond the shadows of darkest night.
It seems perhaps I dreamed you,
From some time so long ago;
Some ancient wisp of memory,
Did the land of mists bestow.
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