Monday, May 14, 2018

I climb a thousand stairs to reach the altar of her kiss


As I dream the dreams of love….

I climb a thousand stairs to reach the altar of her kiss
And always find her there.
She grants my every wish,
And sanctifies me with her hair.

She’d not be worthier of my worship
If she lived on Mt. Olympus,
Or sailed a golden ship
On the sea surrounding Paradise.

But she is as humble as a peasant girl,
Content to tend her hearth.
She could be queen of half the world,
But she’s glad to play her smaller part.

So I climb the stairs that lead to her
And fall into her arms, so soft.
We lie before her kitchen fire
And she refills my empty cup.

She holds me as I rest my head,
And listen to her tender, beating heart.
She tells me that our kiss will never end
And that we shall never be apart.

And as I dream the dreams of love
I have never known a greater truth
I have never known a greater truth

Than these sweet dreams of you, my love.

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