Out of a Dream
My dreams of her had colored all my youth,
Her beauty, grace, and charm were all I sought.
I reached for her in dreams to learn the truth,
The art of love in her embrace was taught.
As years progressed and youth was vainly spent,
I dreamed her less and less as time slipped by.
The art of love turned act and lacked intent,
What dreams I dreamed were desolate and dry.
I yearned for love, I sought it night and day,
'til one bright morn a wondrous thing occurred.
I browsed a shop, and when I stopped to pay,
A vision from those faded dreams appeared.
And then I felt my heart stop for a while,
She'd dreamed me, too, I saw it in her smile.
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