A Love that Burned and Died
I had allowed myself to dream;
dream that it could be true with you;
permit myself to think
that your love for me was true.
I lived in that dream unawares,
and danced like a puppet on a string.
All I could ever hear
was your sweet voice as it did sing.
It sang a song of love
as wondrous as a symphony
performed by the angels up above
just for you and me.
As my heart wandered
through the clouds,
lost in total bliss;
I never once did think
our love would go amiss.
Then on that fatal day
when you said good-bye,
I awakened from my dream
to a love that burned and died.
DaLovePoet
© 2000 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)
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