I dream of her in /
wonder, and wonder what I/
could do to move her.
OR
I dream of her in/
wonder, and wonder how I/
could move her to me.
I dream of her in /
wonder, and wonder what I/
could do to move her.
OR
I dream of her in/
wonder, and wonder how I/
could move her to me.
When I gaze at her/
and dream,/
do I become/
as every other one/
who has ever looked/
in rapt admiration,/
mouth agape,/
trying to quell/
unexpected fire?/
Or am I one/
who can look to the fire,/
feel the heat,/
imagine the flame,/
and, still,/
not get burned?
It brings me great joy/
when kids in church yell: “Hey! You’re/
that poetry guy!”
If all I can do/
is pray for you, then that is/
what I’ll gladly do.
Does she ever think/
of me constantly? Or am/
I simply dreaming?
I don’t need to get/
an answer. I just need to/
know that she heard me.
Heaven’s admission/
price is obedience. We/
don’t have to “get it”.