In hands of Love

Woke up with everything changed,
Feeling as if a happy tad.
'Life' as beautiful as a dream,
A dream that I've never had

Clouds were my floor,
Roses, my bed.
Happiness came home,
Felicity became my friend.

Perfection wrote my fate,
With reality prettier than fantasy.
Morose, no more,
A state of absolute ecstasy.

Was it a dream or something above?
That was my first day in hands of love.

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