She dreams,but wakes,
She gives, they take,
She longs,but does not get,
She loves him so, and yet,
His face becomes a memory,
Will this love last eternity?
Or will the sands of time ****** up,
Those memories, please dont wake up,
She needs a bottle, to keep his scent,
That dreamy night, where they both spent,
A night so perfect, she faers the worst,
If his love stays, like it did at first.



                                       (c) eileenmcgreevy 2010