Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, July 04, 2019

Could It Be

Could it be your whispers I hear in the night,
the soft sounds of love that my heart cannot fight?

Could it be the dreams that summon my soul,
to embrace your sweetness in a forever hold

Could it be the moment, the pleasure that you
bring that sets my heart on fire and makes my soul sing?

Could it be desire that makes me hunger so, to
feel your embrace and never let it go?

Could it be the innocence and the simplicity that vows,
that gives us the dreams that make brings out the smiles?

Could it be my love, the love for you alone, the love
that kisses you goodnight and makes my spirit moan?

Could it be the heavens in the stars above
that directed the path where we would fall in love?


Could it be a form of magic that placed a spell
or a love story written like a fairytale?

Could it be fate that ruled time
and placed you in these arms of mine?

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