The dream

The dream of a continuous stream of pleasure.
The dream of a moment all alone with her.
The dream of my arms around her waist.
Every time I look at her and observe her beauty, I am so amazed.
The dream of her head upon my shoulder.
The dream of her who seeks comfort and I am the one that holds her.
The dream of my head laying on her leap.
The dream of closing our eyes and drift away from this crap.
The dream of my hand holding hers.
The dream of staying together no matter what trouble occurs.
The dream of loving and being loved by.
The dream of eyes that don’t know tears, eyes that cannot cry.
The dream of a forever lasting smile, always feeling strong.
The dream of us never giving in, us always going on.
The dream of you and me.
The dream of everything we are and everything we could be.
The dream tells me that you and I will be fine.
But what the dream didn’t show is, if I ever could call you mine.

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