Magical think of Love vs Reality of Truth

A girl who's magical thinking of true love creates her only sadness and wears her down when she realises that her love is not magical, reality is the truth as she search for truth.

I want the big old tree;

and the cool breeze,

the sun shining gentle 

upon the earth.

The winters are cold

almost to snow

and fire crackles in the window.

The bed is white, soft and fluffy as a cloud

and the window by my bedroom

views upon the trees so proud.

the veggie patch and herbs are mature 

as the sun and rain meet their children.

I have a lake near by I visit, 

were I watch the boats floating on a lake clear and dark,

the mountains near by share there strengths 

they stand, 

as mighty angels protecting the land.

I have big wondows with soft curtains that flow in the breeze

and a white bathroom with a bath with claw feet;

which seems to always please.

My house is strong, with pillars out front

the door is big and wide,

family let them self in with happiness and pride

as we share meals on my dining table of wood 

My lover is Soft, loving and passionate 

full of a good joke that lights up the room

he loves to cook and drink coffee and write

Author's Note

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iGNORE GRAMMER

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice tale in the poetry.
"My lover is Soft, loving and passionate
full of a good joke that lights up the room
he loves to cook and drink coffee and write"
You left the reader with wonderful ending and good place. Coffee and write. A nice place to be. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

98 percent of this poem is of observation; of delight in natures power of affording to us great pleasure.
But nature, even in it's bounty, is limited. Love, as you have suggested with this wonderful ending,
is neither limited nor uncontrollable.

excellently done....dana