My Dream

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My Dream

He Walks into the bar

With a smile on his face.

He walks up to me and whispers

"Come away with me, out of this place".

I look around

at the one's who've stopped to stare.

Their look of amazement,

Wondering "What's he doing here?"

I turn back to him and ask,

"Is this real?"

He kisses me softly, smiles,

Then replies, "How does it feel?"

Before I could answer,

The warmth of love that I thought was coming from him,

Was the sun shining down on me

As I was dreaming of him.

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