I dreampt to cry before I feared, <br />but never could I shed a tear. <br />My wishful thoughts once passed before, <br />what all my heart had held in store. <br />Love can be the worst of things, <br />the pitiful of sleep. <br />And all by lovely held in heart, <br />Once the colors turn to dark. <br />Stuck and always out of luck, <br />the wrinkled shirt that goes un-tucked, <br />Loveless all to many years, <br />fearful of so many fears. <br />But never could I shed a tear, <br />I dreampt to cry before I feared.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreampt-to-cry/
