His eyes are filled with passion like the sweet juice in a ripe fruit,
He huants my dreams like darkness in the night,
In my dreams he speaks of boundless love,
And as we are about to kiss, I awake,
Then realize it is just a dream.
Oh, but how real it is when your heart fills with love,
And you don't know it isn't real.
The only time we meet is in my dreams,
And then I can't stand to be seperated from him.
How cruel the mind is to play such a trick on someone,
To give the heart love than to take it away.
Someday my Black Starr will come and stay with me,
Forever, and not just in my dreams.
-Anna 11/23/96