Lovely Dream
hands held together
sweat burning even in the cold weather
muscles cramped making for sure
this wonder is no dream that it is real and pure
that this love can be real
it sometimes seems it cant be the real deal
why would someone love me?
and especially willingly
Must make sure its no dream
the darkness it might seem
to still teem
all around me but not so much with her star
yes i know this is no dream im out of the tar
This love is exactly what i want
poem by David Knox
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