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by Dill Aug 16, 2017
Love, romance /
The love I hold is but a dream;
The girl I kiss is but a hope,
And I am like a fickle cloud,
That’s far to hapless for her scope.
And like the cloud my dreams all fall,
In grieving droplets casting down;
For when my love begins to thaw,
I see it's clothed in laughing gown.
Perhaps I’ll find some lovely wed,
Perhaps I’ll live my life alone,
But if alone then in my head;
Preferring dreams to grieving groan.
And the love I hope is but a sight,
The girl I kiss is but a thought;
That haunts me lonely day and night,
The dream my soul has long besought.
I love the language in this! Lovely!
Thank you. I really enjoyed writing it.