Parisian Dreams
The day has come to end its way
Exhaustion played hardball today
Upon reaching my place of rest
My head on pillow will now confess
In dreams we have of you where we
Become again what soon will be
A love unlike we've known before
A love so real our hearts implore
Our meeting place beneath grand tower
Eiffel, landmark in France, where our
Souls have shared a glass of wine
Toasting away since the last time
We both imagine soon one day
Will come for dues we've payed
Alone, broken of loving spirit
Cold were those days upon heart seared it
But in this dream we see again
Upon eyes tear what should have been
Some time ago before we knew
Of one another in minds we drew
and so tonight I'll dream again,
Until again becomes our when
We dreamed these dreams that have no end
As love becomes how we will spend
Forever yours, dreamed of often
Edwin Flores
copyright October 9, 2010
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