Waking up to the dawn, I look and she is there,
Her skin is soft and pure, and hair that smells of lilac,
The sun kisses her face envious of my chance,
Perfection present, its hard not to stare.
Slowly opening her eyes, she gives a good yawn,
Grinning my way, she leans and whispers come closer,
Hearts beat fast with anticipation,
An embrace for the ages,
Creation would be jealous of her.
Caught in my gaze, I notice a faint thing,
The more I look, the more she fades,
Hand slipping through hand,
Alone in here now, I'm left wondering.
How could this be,
Where have I gone,
I no longer smell lilac,
Or the fresh morning breeze,
Reality sets in,
It was all just a dream.
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