Two Months
Two months of knowing,
that this dream you've been showing
to my weathered, weary soul
Is something real and alive,
and no better reality could I contrive
than one right by your side.
Two months of smiling,
knowing that I'm no longer simply whiling
away my time to no end.
There's now a method to my madness,
a reason for my gladness,
a happiness we know to be true.
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