Saturday, February 02, 2008

If

If I had a choice
I would bring happiness
Right at your feet

But I, being poor
Only have my dreams

I have spread my dreams
Under your feet

Tread softly
You tread on my dreams

I look last on all things lovely
Every hour.

Let no night
Seal my dreams in deathly slumber
Till to delight.

1 comment:

Reeta Skeeter said...

Interesting!
Very.