At one point Dear I dreamed of love
Of the cosmos the stars and the heavens above
To ascend into the starry night
The crisp of dark, the warmth of light
The summers breeze bathing over my senses
My lonely heart dropping all defenses
Alas my Dear love is but in dreams
A cruel trick played on our emotions by the gods in seems
To build us up and break us down
Until that day we return to the ground
To prove once more that they're superior
And that love was never meant for the inferior.
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