August 26, 2008
By catherine schleyhahn, Pleasent Plains, IL

When I see you,
My heart begins to race.
When I touch you,
I get chills up my spine.
When I know you’re not a dream,
I feel warm.
And when you make me smile,
I know you’ll be there forever,

But that dream,
I saw her,
And I saw you.
I felt like my heart had been ripped out of me
Then I thought was it a dream?
No it was real

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