When young we dreamed of handsome knight
A vigil soul to ward off lonely nights
A hand to hold to call your very own
A heart that writes volumes in yours they've sown
Not lust but pure still sought this day
Blue skies wished for, come clouds what may
A loving heart who'd give their life
In purest form you call husband or wife
Soul mate treasured above all treasures
Not one could fathom or even measure
For they are yours and you are theirs
You apart they could not bare
No not obsessed with them some think
But when thirsted for parched yours to drink
For love does make what it becomes
Of you and them, awoken to life's rising Sun
At dusk returned from a hard day
Embraced and kissed to melt high price yours paid
Hold fast and see that in due time
Love becomes of yours called mine
Them to sip much like fine wine
Cuddled close, apart, always in mind
Love becomes of what we make
A bounty or much an empty plate
A zing to things that plays heart strings
Becomes of you, of them, love can only bring
Time will tell and spell your days
Of what weighed down and price heart paid
To bring closure when they are gone
To keep forever, really not gone
My attempt to remind some of love that keeps
When wide awake or fast asleep