Imaginary
Imaginary
By: Adam M. Snow
To dream, to die, to live again;
how great is thy love times ten?
Is this all imaginary;
for I to be with thee?
Your eyes a glimpse of purity,
you and I, can evermore see.
This entire are but a dream come true,
all we are, we are but two.
Oh, how your touch so soft;
your voice so calm.
I feel like we're aloft;
yet I feel the loves gentle balm.
Is this reality, or is it imaginary
to be here with you?
Even I can see,
that we are new.
You are my dream come true;
purity like the sky so blue.
Those three small words are what I lust,
to know this love is just.
Imaginary
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