William
You're in my dreams,and your tender smile melts my heart.
I think of us
in London,
where the sky is gray,
and my clothes are of lace,
and yours of cotton.
I grabbed your hand,
under the light of a lamp post.
We dreamt of a life under the stars
spread out on the soft grass,
under a patched blanket.
You took my heart in your hands
and held on
as I began to fade into
this dream...
William,
I'm going back to bed.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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