The Curse
In times long
Before we met.
In my dreams
You walked
And always do.
In my dreams
Ever Thomas you
Are. But, in
The material range
Another descriptive term
You wore, which
Set my search
Askew. It matter
Not. I fell in-love
Anew, even before
Recognition true.
It seems that
I am bound
By geas or curse
Through endless
Time, to love
Only You.