In My Dreams
in Sickness Poems
Despite my health,
You opted not to call me
Just to know if I was alright.
in Sickness Poems
Despite my health,
You opted not to call me
Just to know if I was alright.
Take my hand and lead the way.
Pour out all your deeper thoughts.
Let your soft voice whisper swiftly into my ear,
All these lovely things I want to hear.
Rose are red, love is true. Come to the sweetheart dance, and come dressed as you.