i remember you
your beautiful eyes
your soft lips
i believe it was a dream
yes,
a dream we first met
and i saw your face in the mirror
and then you disappeared
and my DREAMS took form
i think i kno who u wrote this for... btw, ur lips are softer than mine...
you are a dreamer...i like that....keep dreaming.... peace, joyce
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and my dream took form... wonderful.