Dreaming Of You
How was I able to see
When my eyes were not able
But she was right in front of me
Convincing myself it must be fable
The depth of my soul could feel it
Naught fingers can touch
But faith in myself had knew it
Even when people say I’ve had all too much
Sought she only when I dreamt
So I dream until tomorrow
To be left with the feelings of contempt
For I have been struck with loves arrow
The instant she finally saw me,
I knew I could not live without her beauty
This poem is about:
Me
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