by blossom666

If I could form us a bed from missed

opportunities we could lay upon greatness.

If my words could be kisses and if touch

were the misses, we could lay within greatness.

If my thoughts were to be real and

if with each one you could feel,

we could taste such greatness.

If my armor could fall I could give

you my all,

we could dance with such greatness.


Karen Hayward 2016. ©