Millions of beauties grace the land
Of them, thousands I have seen
But nobody could match the grace
Of Stephanie from my dreams
…
The sun it glitters, the stars they shine
The silver moon it proudly beams
But they don’t come anywhere close
To Stephanie from my dreams
…
The bees fly amongst the flowers
A cool breeze floats over a stream
But their charm pales in front
Of Stephanie from my dreams
…
On every road that I have walked
Under every cloud that I may seem
There’s no mortal ever born
Like Stephanie from my dreams
…
If mystery was a giant ladder
I’d be at the bottom seam
And atop she’d hold her solo crown
The Stephanie from my dreams
I love that you included “crown” in your penultimate line. The more I think about it, the more the whole poem plays to the meaning of the name.
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It is always good to love and believe in yourself. From your ‘About,’ I found that Stephanie is you. Great!☺️
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Really? I have an ‘About’ page?
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I am sorry about the error. I confused you with another blogger Stephanie, The Desert Spoon.
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Lovely poem indeed! Thanks for sharing it.
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Great Stephanie from dreams ,,,, your muse it seems ! Beautifully put!!
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Thank you.
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Stephanie gets you stiffancy 🐛
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Very good. Methinks you’ve got your groove…
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Meagrees
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Hats off to Stephanie from your dreams.
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