A note from Richard
Love is a dream within a dream,
a rapture filled symphony,
swept upon a mellifluous stream,
to capture that which once was free,
and free again in different light,
to sweep away the shadows hasp,
and triumph in a dawns delight,
entwined within a lovers grasp.
to sing a rhapsody, embraced
and bare, bold passions tilt,
then swim into each folded grace
through pools, in heavens built.
Two lovers, ravished, in a sonnets bloom,
awakened, in rejoice'd swoon.
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
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