not a dream
She watched him.
His eyes were closed.
When he opened them
he looked at her and smiled.
“Why do you do that?”
She asked.
He closed his eyes as he spoke,
“I pray to God
that when I open my eyes,
you will still be here.”
he opened his eyes
smiled
and kissed her.
“Then I know it’s
not a dream.”
October 8, 2014
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vignettes of love
PoetryThose special romantic moments when you fall in love... again.