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by Sue Julsen

When I first saw you by my side
There was a feeling I’d never felt before.
The way you combed your hair
The smile—I’ll never forget.
Your brown eyes sparkled
Your voice—deep and sensuous.

A tingle went down my spine
The first time I saw you smile.
Your strong arms—oh, how I wanted you to hold me tight
To love me, even for just one night.
But then...then you were gone
Only darkness remained.

I dreamed of you each night
Not wanting to wake.
The dreams with you were heavenly.
I know I’m in love with you...
Or, in love with a dream so sweet.
If only I could sleep, never to wake
You, my love, would still be by my side
Holding me tight.

I can feel your arms around me
I see your beautiful brown eyes.
As you move closer to me...
My head is spinning.
I draw you near
But then...then I awake.
Burning desire and darkness surround me.
In my heart there’s emptiness
For my dream—was only a dream
Reality is misery.

Books by Sue Julsen:
“Bitter Memories: A Memoir of Heartache & Survival”

“Trophy Murders”

“Cutter’s Revenge”
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Published on April 26, 2012 15:02 • 83 views • Tags: darkness, dreams, eyes, love, misery, poem, reality, sensuous, smile


Excerpt from Bitter Memories: A Memoir of Heartache & Survival:
For once, I didn't care about food or anything else. I just wanted to sleep until the pain inside went away. I felt more sadness than I ever dreamed possible in my short three years, but I didn't know that was only the beginning of much more misery—and pain. NOTE: Strong language and heart-breaking content -- not suitable for children.

Excerpt from Trophy Murders, second in the bitter memories trilogy:
Henry lowered his voice, and stated, "Olivia, I'm dealing with murders all over town and I'm not coming home to this shit. I'm only going to tell you this once. If you ever beat Sarah like that again, I'll use that damn paddle on you. Do I make myself clear?"

Excerpt from Cutter's Revenge, the last in the trilogy:
He had to come home with new prey tonight to stop the racket; the persistent hammering in his head. He had to put an end, even temporarily, to the chatter, the laughter, and the nightmares that were driving him insane.

Visit my website to learn more about these books, and also my poetry book, From The Heart.

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