We Fight Daily To Dream Of Love. Poem by Brett White

In Life, we fight daily to Dream of Love,
So pure that even the Blue Skies blush above
The Mountain Ranges of our Warm Hearts,
Beating in Sync with the Hope Love ne'er Parts.
But even the Sun sets on Coastal Plains.
And so the Soul must always go through Pains,
To Reap the Rewards of Heavenly Bliss,
Which can only be secured in thine kiss.
But the Sun always gives way to the Moon.
Just as Pain doth follow a Heart that's Swoon
Alone: Embers Dying on a Lonely Fire,
My Love for thee: Gasoline on my Pyre.
But 'twas just a Dream and soon I awoke,
Yet in my Mind's-Eye, I see thy Face in Smoke...