A special dream is the vision of my lovely
She, who has held all my future dreams
Though naive for the child of my delusion
She is mine in a lover make believe
My life has become entwined with a haunting apparition
An allusion boastfully praised
Set higher than the gods above the mountains
Etched forever in a story life became
Still, the love I feel must remain in silence
Indulged only when the moment slips away
A life imagined beyond rumpled expectation
Where I can keep her in a special hiding place
My hope was for a love to last forever
My dream lived alongside a trusting mind
Bound by the truth, not yet discovered
Blinded by the smile that hid the, 'love you' lies
Innocent, are you, my make believe lover
Dear heart of my own design
You are the love I shall share with no other
Until death reclaims what is mine
Return with me, my dearest one and only
Perhaps a dream can endure the passing of life
There in heaven must be a place, for my lover
The better part of my beautiful wife
(09/29/2015)
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