Dream Vs Reality

Dream Vs Reality short poem

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Are you a dream or a reality?
Kissing me gently,
touching me softly.
Us not meeting is no less than a tragedy.
Why could I not see what was always before me?
The endearing smile,
Stay longer…just a little while.
You struck me with sudden love setting me free.
What you mean to me you’ll never know,
Can’t live without you,
Trust me it’s true.
You’ve changed me so much I guess it shows.
Are you a dream or a reality?
Filling my life with happiness.
Showing a side filled with sappiness.
Your love was what I needed, my malady!

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When you learn to value priceless things when they are gone…happens routinely with many! Nicely written!


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