My Dear

My Dear,You come to me in dreams,
As daylight releases its final beams.
A sweet angel descends upon my mind,
A lovely lady, unlike no other kind.
Here I lay alone in the darkest night,
Enter my mind and dreams take flight.
You appear to me as I come to rest,
My darling, sweetheart from the west.
I sleep, perchance to see your face,
Though tonite your in another place.
The Sun now new, prepares to rise,
As once more I'm lost in your eyes.
Another day is here to break,
My loving angel leaves as I awake.
Perhaps tonight as the sun does set,
In my arms, I'll hold you yet.

Edward A.
Copyright©1999

This poem was written for my daughter, please do not copy without permission.

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