I dreamt once,
long ago,
of warmth and loving,
of gentleness and understanding
and truth.
And from the mist
of warmth
I awoke and felt the glow of
loving
of gentleness and understanding.
And yet I couldn’t tell; where was
the truth?
I dreamt again, many times
Faces changed
but not the warmth.
I dreamt and hoped
that dreams were true.
And then you.
You asked nothing only offered
warmth and loving
gentleness and understanding
Now I can tell,
this is the truth.
Featured in Mythos Poetry Society Love Letter weekly prompt
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