Love’s What We Became
by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)
Where have you gone, I really miss you.
Wish you were here with me.
Soft gentle smiles never left me,
Words can’t describe this feeling.
Dreams I once dreamt of an angel,
Beautiful as one’ can name.
Her soft tender voice whispered,
“Love’s what we became.”
Here in the dark I sit and ponder,
Why do I still adore you?
Somehow I can’t find an answer,
Yet it’s you I still love true.
Elisabetta, you I dreamt,
An angel sent down to me.
Elisabetta, you I loved,
Angel of love and beauty, hold me close;
Grant to me my true wish.
Would you set me free?
This angel of love is dear to my heart,
I’m sure she would agree.
I wish this dream was real.
My nose is cold,
My heart pumps fast,
Waking up, tears flow free,
With dreams at end.
© Copyright 2008 By: Italian Stallion