Dream Love

Often times a scorn appears
While wondering of dreams
We can�t quite grasp the meaning there
That�s held from us, it seems.

But yet the miracle of love
Not like life�s other charms
Just whispers (it need not shout)
And then I feel his arms.

They fold so firm about me
Yet so tender, like a mold
I feel his breath upon my hair
In whispers soft, untold.

My heart beats like a firefly
That sprinkles fate in skips
And then it hesitates a beat
When turned to face his lips.

My being melts to weakness
Yet strength is there through bliss
As final moments soon to fade
Are perished in his kiss.