Dream, come true!
So true that
in a blink of my eyes
don't even think
about disappearing.
I shall hold you
and feel you
and possibly
tie down, too.
So perfect that
the flowers of May
blushing red or
sky blue
shall be jealous
of your sheer beauty.
And then wake me
to the smell of shy July roses
and the welcoming soil
after April's surprise rain.
Slowly dance past
my early winter fears
and late fall tears.
A step over there,
and a step over here
-- the impeccable harmony.
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