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

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Me
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