Love And A Dream Poem by Aaron Weaver

With the days past it seems as if the days of yesterday shadow is here today, no rain no sun no wind a only suspension in time. What is an hour too minutes but a moment in the direction of yesterday. A new love is but an old one the same butterflies and the same bliss and the same game. When separated it seems like we meet again only to repeat the same cycle again, this time I did not hesitate to tell you I love you now we meet again for the first time tomorrow an new introduction lets introduce ourselves and relive the same thing another person I meet yesterday.