MY VALENTINE
Peter Woodgate
I dreamt of you the other night
You were a vision in my dreams
We couldn’t touch or hug or kiss
Our spirits intertwined it seems.
Because we are constrained by rules
In ethics, physicality too
There is a limit to our acts
In what we can and cannot do.
But in my future dreams it seems
We could engage our minds as one
To wander through that mystic world
With care and happiness and fun.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
