i feel that this love poem
is long over due
but the trouble is
that i don't even know you
and if i cannot write my thoughts
or feelings of love
then i don't know
the one that i dream of
and i know what you think
"he doesn't dream of me"
and it is the reading of your
palm that makes me a gypsie
but no, it's not the truth
i dream of the girl now
who has always had my heart
and had worn it like a crown
despite the luster of words
the meaning is a simple truth
its not buried deep
but its that i love you
is long over due
but the trouble is
that i don't even know you
and if i cannot write my thoughts
or feelings of love
then i don't know
the one that i dream of
and i know what you think
"he doesn't dream of me"
and it is the reading of your
palm that makes me a gypsie
but no, it's not the truth
i dream of the girl now
who has always had my heart
and had worn it like a crown
despite the luster of words
the meaning is a simple truth
its not buried deep
but its that i love you