Poems

Fantasy

I must be dreaming
The feel of your hand holding mine
The feel of lips brushing against my own
I swear your heart is pounding, so loud that I can’t be dreaming
Yet, it must be a dream
The way your eyes get brighter when the sun hits them just right
The way the win tosses your hair
It must be a dream
Who am I to feel such love
Who am I to find you and have you
I see you walking towards me and all I can think. . .
This must be a dream

-lady Daisy

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