what dreams are made

Love is flesh and blood
to fill the missing parts
the emptiness if ones heart
with word and actions do impart
those thing in day or night
in spite of mistakes we deal
forgiveness is what is real
 the hammer of yesterday
makes love a unbreakable deal
better than losing that piece
that peace of heart
swallowed pride in the beauty of days before
love makes all wrongs right
staving of the dark and cold of loneliness
that before you found of  what you dreamed
the one that makes you feel complete
flesh and blood what dream are made
the one that now sleeps by me