I used to have a dream
It never turned into a nightmare
So I always longed for this dream.
It was about my love
Never met him though
But we knew one another.
In this private dream world
We walked, talked, cuddled
And spoke volumes of the future.
My dream love was none like any
other
He was sincere, decent and
charming
Graceful and romantic in every way.
I have searched for him in
reality
And found him not
Because he exists not.
But he does in my dream
In a world I can be with him
My one dream love.
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