Pleasant Dreams - Poem by Dahlia Rose
My fantasies are all of you,
I dream of you each night,
And hope that when the morning comes
You'll be here by my side.
But when I open up my eyes,
And find that you're not there,
I wonder if you think of me
Or if you even care.
I'll probably never see the day
My fantasies come true.
But I hope, some day, that you will know
I wrote this poem for you.
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