This Is Mine
Dreams are meant to be followed,
like the sun chases the rain.
For without the means to dream,
we are nothing but a shadow,
never real, never meant to be.
You are a dream, my dream,
a dream of true love, care and kindness.
I wonder at times if you are real.
You’re a dream I’m meant to follow,
a shadow I’ll never be.
Love is the fuel for dreams, it is what we do;
we love, we dream, we experience and develop
each other’s heart. Loving each other is why we live,
why we are here, for without love –
without you – there are no dreams.
This poem was written by Joy Johnson – Pearson on 18 March 2018. Document number:
