Dream of Her
Love, that which came to me,
Are you a dream that holds
Onto my heart, with such a grip,
That I wish to weep with each beat?
If it be a dream, then do not wake me,
For I'd rather die in this dream
Than live in that reality.
Love of mine, what I'd give for you.
Oh how I wish I could feel your warmth,
Hear your heart beat get faster in time,
The soft sigh of your breathe,
And those lips gently brushing mine.
The future I want, I wish it was tomorrow.
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