As God lays out each day
For the world to behold
I dream of someone I cannot have
A tender little flower forbidden to hold.

Though her image dances through my sleep
And her voice in my slumber sings
I find her hand just our reach
Each morning as reality rings.

And as I dream of her in dark twilight
I long for a love that cannot be
For this forbidden fruit haunts my nights
Until her heart one day turns t'ward me.

This poem was written for someone I hold very dear and close
to my heart. And to them I dedicate this page with my thanks for
their inspiration and friendship.