My languid heart was lost in reverie
As I wished upon a star last night;
While engaged in this wistful beggary,
An angel altered my wretched plight
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Cloak, oak! Sensual words; Grope, rope, hope! To recall that wonderous night. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This line made me laugh: why? " My silken sheets wrinkled with his weight" [nice alliteration] You rhymed, but somehow this poem seemed awkward in places. Ok, so you have a memory of a dream to fall back on; don't break a leg when you fall.L.L.L.L! bri ;)