Every day is that of a dream;
A dream only slumber can end.
A dream where loneliness
is without source or meaning.
A dream where happiness
is constantly in season.
The dream, although redundant,
is the greatest of all dreams.
I awaken as does a child
on Christmas morning
and unveil your love
with an amorous kiss.
Your love is so beautiful,
like a sunset without end.
It is the guarder of my heart
and my nepenthe for pain.
Your love is also a bandit
that stole my heart and soul.
But the only crime committed
is not finding me sooner.
Let’s simply lay here in bed
and seize the salubrious day.
Our dream, although redundant,
is the greatest of all dreams.
Michael Fischer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-love-9829-2/
