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Table of dreams
Love left her card on my table of dreams,
She promised to call back pretty soon it would seem,
With her hand on her heart she promised she would,
Said she might bring a friend - two's better than one.
The two that she spoke of are love and romance,
A cartel with passion, desire and perchance,
Perchance you will meet her, perchance he's the one,
Perchance I will find her in dreams later on.
Love oh sweet love will you wake me tonight?
Will you call as you said bring your promise to life?
Yes, love kept her promise, her friend was supreme,
Love left a heart on my table of dreams.
© Joseph G Dawson