Reams of Dreams.
Tear stained paper inked and blurred,
Crying the love that is never heard,
Edged the wrinkles aged with time,
Curled in hope this need of mine,
Parched so dry in reasons none,
Reams of dreams that are now gone,
Senses still to needs acquire,
Memories in a distant fire,
Beauty blinds me in my quest,
Eyes then set the heart to test,
Never shall the perfume fail,
And my heart then to set sail,
All that God did place in her,
The wonder of creation stirs,
That my need then all I am,
Reaching out to give the man.
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