Fairytales and dreams
life is just a game it seems
No stardust or moonbeams
No rainbows casting light on streams
No songbirds flying gracefully in the sky
In her softness it felt real and not a lie
Love and visions of holding hands
walking in love in the beach's sands
with one who loves and who understands
with matching hearts and wedding bands
with one who loves and doesn't make demands
it was just a song, a lullaby, meant to make me cry
© James T. Adair
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