Whisper of Love
She came to me in a dream one night
The last time I dreamt I was only 10
She floated through my bedroom window
with a smile and little to say, so beautiful
She was. I lay still and solid like brick
Afraid to speak and whispering a prayer
In my head to God if its a dream only
Please never wake me. My life in reality
Only consist of an 9 to 5 job I hate
And coming home to Netflix and Max
My dog.
She moved closer to me and kissed me
With big beautiful full lips like a sliced peach
Her skin of mahogany brown and soft like
A rose petal. She whispered in my ear
"I'm Your Love Story" Then she kissed me
On my forehead and floated back to my
Bedroom window, she turned back to me
Whispering to me "Love is not an illusion"
It's very real if you believe in fairy tales.
I dreamed in a dream that very moment
When I was a kid my mother read to me
A book called Jasmine. A woman who spreads
Love to the world because love heals all
I remember how Jasmine looked from the
Book. She looked like the whispering woman
In my dreams, that now are dreams of love
That I hold and take with me in reality
Living in a world drowning in so much hate.
Still praying to God daily if I ever have
Another dream of love, Promise me
You won't wake me.
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