The Woman Of Dreams
Oh precious one; you’re with me again;
life is never what it seems;
you are my love; deeper than any friend;
you are the woman of dreams.
Frequently, you dominate my thought;
flowing gently through my mind;
you are the love, the Master brought;
how could you leave me behind?
Your image has gone to another place;
your memories, inside me, dwell;
no longer privileged to see your face;
heaven, itself, becomes hell.
Your thoughts; beyond what others see;
your image radiates loveliness;
though, you, alone, could see through me;
now, I dwell in my loneliness.
Why was it; that you left me so soon;
I needed you more than you know;
for you were, both, my sun and moon;
I needed your love to grow.
Now, that you’re gone; I search for another;
but it seems, such can never be;
I’m too diminished to be someone’s lover;
no other woman will love me.
I relentlessly search for you in my mind;
loneliness is everything it seems;
dwelling in thoughts of being left behind;
in search of the woman of dreams.
Monty 9.18.25. # 2,973