Life is but a dream, <br />your painted with vivid strokes of memory lasting forever a trace, <br />to wake up is torture, <br />with you hanging just within the imagination and just out of reach, <br />sit with me and hold my head, <br />kiss my crown and let me feel your breath, <br />ill do anything, <br />spill my blood, <br />tear my flesh, <br />Just let me know... <br /> <br />Will we ever wake from this dream? <br /> <br />- The Black Rose<br /><br />Andrew Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-142/
