I dream a recurring dream today, that is of a love that is passionate and warm,

As I dream, I wonder does this love really exist . . . did it ever?

Is this passionate love I dream of, the one for which I yearn,  a forbidden one, or just elusive . . . can it ever really be?

Is it never to become real for anyone, . . . especially me?

Alas, it seems that this is a love that will never be . . . especially for me.

So now I seek the solitude of my mind and look deep within me, searching for the reason that I seek this unattainable goal.

My loneliness and emptiness cloud my vision and never help me see, that I hold a prism, when what I seek is a diamond.

The glass I hold can never become the gem I desire,

You see, prisms never fulfill your desires.  These stones may look real to the naked eye and sparkle and shine,

But in reality, they are fake and you, above all others know it.

I want a diamond made in a natural way,

Not some piece of glass that never will last.

So for now, I will remain hopeful, but for how long?

Can an old love have new life . . . was it ever true?

It is said that time will tell . . . the question is, how much time to tell?