where there's smoke

Copyright © December 28, 2001 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved

I'll meet you in my dreams, my Dear
and in my arms, I'll hold you near,

and as I press my lips to you,
I'll do the things you want me to,

and whisper things just for you
that you have never heard.

No one else will hear these word,
I'll say them just for you,

together as we burn and sear
and melt into a pool of perfect love.

And as we wake and say farewell
you'll know this much to be true,

in my heart, I will hold near,
til I once more dream with you.

You know what they say,
"where there's smoke, there's fire".