I had a dream, unique from Joseph's.
I had a vision, of a lady with love so pure;
A fantasy, deeper than the deepest realms of my heart;
A beautiful hallucination of a loving Mother.
I had a dream of a name!
I woke up to the sound of death;
I walked to the ends of the Earth;
In search of purpose and direction,
I penned my way through oblivion,
In search of a clear view of the dreamt name!
All answers I had to find were about the name;
The meanings of this name, voluminous than a love drug.
A name, that dragged my emotion ebb and flow;
Manipulating the core of my being; alchemist!
A name, pushing me to let go of the little that I have to get what I dreamt of.
The name is Theresa, or is it Mother Teresa?
A name, so fruity and sweet;
A name, beautified by the crown of her Innocence;
A name, so fit for a princess of golden crown.
What do they say? "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
I dreamt of a name scribbled on the corners and crevices of adoring hearts.
A name, scrawled on the seams and eaves of adoring souls.
A name, so fit to be pitched at the Pinnacle of a loving heart!
A name, more than just an innocently gorgeous face with an addictive smile,
And an aura that daunts every ounce of confidence in many's veins.
Theresa, a name, whose holder never stops fighting,
Until her guts spill out and trail on the ground!
A name, so fit and proper for a Queen,
A Queen who stands tall like a gazelle with glowing eyes!
I dreamt of a name,a name of beauty and love and comfort.
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