Love June 11, 2005 She had a dream of love, But did not know it could be real. It was only a dream.... A dream that love was patient, A dream that love was kind. She had given nearly all she had to others, But her sacrifice meant nothing. Her gift was spurned because, She was without a love That was patient, Or a love that was kind. When he walked out from her dream and gently took her hand, She felt his warmth. When he shared with her his music, She could hear his heart sing. When she closed her eyes She could imagine heaven. His love was real, And no longer only a dream. She said one day, “I love my children, and they need me. I cannot stray.” He said, “What your children have brought to your life, Is why I love you so.” His love is patient His Love is kind. |