Dennis Field (22-01-1947 / Croydon England)
You are in my dreams,
you fill them with your presents,
I am filled with desire,
and wake in a cold sweat,
you are there every night,
I cannot get you out of my mind,
it seams that you are alive,
it is so real,
but I don't know how you feel,
too scared to tell you how I feel,
only you fulfil my dreams,
for only to be there at night,
so never to be in my sight.
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