I dreamed of you last night.
We were two together, it felt so right.
Saw your face how I would adore.
We were a chance meeting now looking for more.
Love is blind, you are too kind.
Life has passed us by, no trespassing.
Lovers, make love into the night.
They are smiling, laughing and holding on tight.
Their lips touch, the kisses intensify.
We had our bright stars.
We have our battle scars.
Felt hands exploring and reading the bumps.
The Messages on our bodies are tattooed in Braille.
They are for your eyes only.
Richard Orszulak Feb,2011