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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
Did you ever once foresee,
there would be a day,
when we'd be just a memory
when our time gone away?

Our path was not an easy one,
there were mountains that we climbed,
but the level road had just begun,
those trials now lay behind.

But something changed along the way.
We let the fire go out,
and as your life you rearranged,
certain love gave way to doubt.

And so chose to take your leave,
and cast all things aside,
convincing those along the way,
while forsaking truth for pride.

So now alone by candlelight,
many years having passed,
you dream of how it might have been,
had you found the strength to ask.
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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
In dreams we meet most every night,
though strangers in the day.
At twilight lovers we become,
at dawn we drift away.

I know your body perfectly,
each wrinkle, line and scar.
And yet I do not know at all,
if you are near or far.

But doubt I not that you are real,
for what you say to me,
reflects my very souls desire,
and hold you the only key.

If by some fate we ever meet,
I will not pass you by.
For in my dreams so clear I see,
what lies behind those eyes.

Perhaps tomorrow on the street,
or across a crowded train.
Our eyes will meet by pure chance,
that spark I'll see again.

And when that moment comes to pass,
as I am sure it will.
Will you notice that its me my love,
and will your heart be still.

For do you dream the same as me,
while each night in bed you lay.
Of someone who completes your life,
from dusk til dawn's new day.
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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
Hand in hand we walk the beach,
as the sun sets on the sea.
Who would have dreamed,
those years ago that this is where we'd be.

I knew your face and knew you smile,
'fore I ever heard your voice.
But once we knew without a doubt,
then you could make your choice.

From passing friends we quickly grew,
to become each others air.
Without whom we would suffocate,
without which we would despair.

And then one day I heard your voice,
calling down the phone.
Telling me you'd made your choice,
that we were free to be alone.

My heart leapt and inside I wept,
not from sadness but from joy.
For now we could at last be one,
The girl could meet the boy.

Everything we talked about,
finally came true.
Its like we'd been this way before,
like we already knew.

Now hand in hand we walk the beach,
as the sun sets on the sea.
In all my years there's never been,
a place I'd rather be.
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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
What is this thing called love of which you speak,
A fleeting dream of hope so many seek,
A look, a touch, a passion tasted,
Bereft of which heart is wasted.
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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
Take me to that place you hold,
closed off deep inside.
Where dreams of love and gentleness and reality collide
Where openly you live in hope,
but dare not dream it true.
For that is where your future lays,
a life with me and you.
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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
I would share with you each flake that falls,
and every inch of snow.
I would share with you the scenery,
of everywhere I go.

I would share with you each raindrop,
that falls upon my head.
I would share with you the pillows,
that lay upon my bed.

I would share with you my every wish,
my dreams and every prayer.
I would share with you my here and now,
to be with you, right there.
©A Thomas Hawkins 2010
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A Thomas Hawkins Jul 2011
I long for the first days of spring
for winter time to end
In icy snow and frigid cold
to sadness I descend

I long for spring and daffodils
no more this frozen land
that you and I may walk the hills
together, hand in hand

I long for spring and waterfalls
the coming of new life
that I may go on bended knee
And ask you to be my wife

Then I’ll long for spring and summer too
for winter and for fall
That I may spend each day with you
and learn to love them all
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