Love is the dream we dare to believe,
A quiet promise we never can leave.
It lives in the stars, in the moon's gentle glow,
In whispered words only two hearts can know.
Love is a dream that awakens the soul,
Two broken pieces becoming one whole.
It's holding a hand when the whole world feels cold,
A story of hearts that grows never old.
Love is the sunrise after the night,
A spark in the darkness, a beautiful light.
It's wishing on stars, then finding you there,
A dream that feels real because someone cares.
And if life is a journey, uncertain and long,
Love is the rhythm, the heart's sweetest song.
For dreams may fade when the morning is near,
But love stays forever when you hold it sincere.
So let me keep dreaming, wherever you are,
Of a love that shines brighter than every star.
Because love is not only a dream we pursue—
Love is the dream that becomes real with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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