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Concerning Love and Dreams...

By , Morris, MN
As I close my eyes I wonder
Will she ever be mine
She has like the moon
And a face of a goddess
Her hair is made of all the strings of gold which were spun by the man in the fairy tales
Every night I dream
Wishing, longing for that one kiss
The kiss that would free me of all
Misery
I dream of her soft lips that one day I may press mine upon them
I had a dream once
A dream where you were the goddess
And you save my soul from the deepest part of hell
You took me in
You have been through love and loss
They never deserved to hold you or have you as there own
Oh how I wish to hold you
But alas I am
Nothing....





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