Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Flower of My Dreams


Flower of my dreams you are
I think of you every single day and every single second
I want to dream about you always without ever waking up.
In my sleep at least you are present
Since, you are my dream
Actually a dream which can never turn into reality
Reality says that you cannot be mine.
To that I reply, okay fine
In my dreams she will be real
As I would smooch this amazing beauty with my immense love
My love for this beautiful flower was never a lie
I love you and I often cry when I visualize you in my dreams
Then, I only want to kiss you everlastingly
Everything is so amazing about you and I keep on admiring you
Everyday and every second, I still miss you for loving me.

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
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