A Dreamer and a Believer
Loving you is messing me up, never before have I been afraid of the unknown.
Not knowing how you'll feel about me the next day; whether your feelings will change or stay the same,
is killing me inside.
For how long will this last?
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I'd write you in a million words,
But that still won't be enough.
When I think I'm out of ways to describe you,
Somehow your existence reminds me of the power of your presence.
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It's always the irony.
Non-saints loathing the proclaimed sinners, breeding condemnation.
And I'm widening the irony,
wondering why the already condemned are busy condemning.
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You're everything and more I dream of in my one,
Every single detail of a prayer I can make to my Maker;
It's like you were created with me in mind.
That is why I look at you with more admiration and awe, the living Angel in human form.
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