Dominic,
Your eyes, blue as
Oceans and ultramarine candles,
They hold my dreams,
Wide and far,
Impossible, they say,
To catch such a shining star.
Dominic,
You are those dreams,
Held in your
Divine orbs made of sky,
Blue diamonds set deep,
Wide and hypnotising.
Dominic,
Would you grant me these little wishes?
Let me give you a kiss,
Hold you awhile?
It would be sweet,
Though fleeting and brief.
Dominic, you hear me not.
My hopes remain unfulfilled.
But still your eyes,
Will and always,
Hold my dreams of you. |