THE DREAM l

I cannot steal you the moon, nor wings to soar,
I am no angel nor deity,
my heart I offer you, fragile and true,
the essence of all I am, wrapped in loves hue.
And worlds I cannot grant you, nor celestial prize,
just a mortals passion beneath earthly skies,
a flawed devotion, yearning for more.

If I'm foe for your loves sake,
what worth is victory if our love should lack peace.
What love shall this be, if my truths with you I can't entrust and you to me, if walls between us stand, silent and bare?
A loveless love, devoid of hopes gleam,
if part of me does not yearn for you
and that which does is without the sake of love.

How longer shall we deceive our souls,
declining loves calls for mere lusts thrall?
Cynics in the game of love, the light can blind
but loves truth is patient and kind.
For all it's worth, my heart I bestow,
every beat, every whisper, in loves gentle flow.

No grandiose gifts, no treasures to prove,
just this simple truth: my heart, my love.
Your heart I stole and I knew it was the greatest treasure of all.

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