Girl of My Dreams
I cannot wake up from this dream,
We blend like coffee and its cream,
You poured yourself; I gave a swirl,
Since seventeen you were my girl.
And, decades now I stop and stare,
To see your lovely face right there,
You kick your shoes off; heaven knows,
I thrill to see those painted toes.
But it’s not that; I want to hear,
Your thoughts and voice upon my ear,
And, oh, that girlish giggle, too,
It makes the man; a man for you.
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 23, 2014
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