The Dreamer
I listen to a distant voice,
Repeating all the same,
When reality begins to blur,
Dissolving in its frame,
I know I'll gaze again at her,
How strangely it may seem,
For soon a mystic portal shows,
The princess of my dream.
I gaze in wonder and delight,
And with an overflowing heart,
She is my dream, my dearest sight,
My greatest reason to depart,
To travel to the mystic land,
Of ocean waves and golden sand,
Where I will ask my ladies hand.
Repeating all the same,
When reality begins to blur,
Dissolving in its frame,
I know I'll gaze again at her,
How strangely it may seem,
For soon a mystic portal shows,
The princess of my dream.
I gaze in wonder and delight,
And with an overflowing heart,
She is my dream, my dearest sight,
My greatest reason to depart,
To travel to the mystic land,
Of ocean waves and golden sand,
Where I will ask my ladies hand.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dionne: | Zondag, mei 12, 2002 17:53 |
| wow, mooi man! xxx Dionne |
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| dreamer: | Donderdag, januari 03, 2002 11:35 |
| klasse heel goed getroffen |
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| Louis Tinner: | Zaterdag, april 28, 2001 21:46 |
| splendid | |
| Louis Tinner: | Zaterdag, april 28, 2001 21:44 |
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| Auteur: Fabian Schurgers | 
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