Dreams of a Poet ©
John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
1969
There is a sweet lady on this planet, she is lovely bright and brief
I dream she has dimples upon her cheeks and diamonds set in her teeth
Beneath her glossy sunset hair is the radiance of her sweet green eyes
Brighter than the stars at night or sun in the morning skies
I dream her body is fragranced of a perfume of her own
And when the angels play their joyful tune then her Gods will sit upon their throne.
Her breath will be like a flower in bloom in fragrance and perfume
Her voice will sound like a rare violin like the harps of angels in tune.
And when she would turn her snow white cheek towards me for a kiss
I will lose my thoughts and cannot speak and my dreams will be full of bliss
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