I need a dream of you to wash me clean to scour my heart to burn away this love I need a dream of you telling me my longing is a curse upon your soul a bane of ice upon your days laugh at me, call me mad and fallen, humiliate this love right out of me so I might stand untouched might stand with courage, with solemn honor against these final hours that I might find the heart to say goodbye.
(c) J.L. Stanley |