As the evening wind blows I gaze upon my Dreemgirl. Her hair, like an ocean of flowers in the breeze. Her eyes, dark and brown; deeper than seas. I am hypnotized with just one glance. Those eyes can send me to the deepest trance. Lips of sugar, make my heart melt. Such adoration I have never felt. So as the evening wind blows I look to my Dreem. Pure, White innocence; more beauty I have never seen. I will be your strength, when you feel pain. I will be your shelter, from the cold, driving rain. I will hold you close, when your head lays down at night. And always be there when you need me, with love that burns bright. But like your love, even wind dies. No more passion in those deep crystal eyes. The evening wind dies, yet I'm colder than ever. Haunting memories, your love; why did it sever? Where do I gon now? What will I do? When every once of unconditional love, I gave to you. The evening wind, right where it once blew. I sit here freezing, my heart broke in two.
Reason for writing:
Well, other than the pain and grief I feel. I was curious to see if this poem would actually be shown in full. Unlike a couple of my others.
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