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Hopeful Romantic



Remember that night I fell asleep and let the wind push the clouds?
You know, for once I could not frown
Because they tilted my sleep to a free fall so steep
That somehow, I fell under your crown.
And this dreamworld I felt was the warmest of places.
More comforting was those forehead kisses you gave me when you came from wherever it is that you were.
You arrived with this shield and this cape made of fur,
And who questions a sight so absurd?
So the thought – I adjourned.
I must have been deep.
Now I wake and here you are;
You’re not my sun, nor a star or the moonlight so bright that can shine from so far.
You are light; but like you’ve traveled this far
And left your baggage in places where you just had to depart but worry not,
‘Cause one more time we’ll embark.
And all those knights that you brought shall voyage into your soul;
Embark in masses of battles that last until we grow old
Or ‘til you’re finally told that if this tongue fails to plant its seed
And you decided to leave…
We’re still left with this gift we had yet to receive.
When a mind like that meets a heart like this, true love is conceived
Like a rare breed in a time of desperate need for us both.
In this dream, we were so deep in love it was gross.
And we know that its real when it leaves room for growth
For the next time I dreamed that I grew
And I pieced back together confusions you drew
That night you repeatedly kissed my forehead
Not recognizing I can make two kingdoms unite stroking YOUR head.
I had fallen so low, the pain wasn’t so bad
But I cannot find a reason for feelings so sad to return.
Its like my memory burned when it took a turn from an eternity of serving you.
You make have thought I was a little girl confused but this time,
I’m just observing you!
From that kiss that lead to the first time,
From your sorry past to your last prime,
None of this is a better reflect than the feeling I get liberating my own mind.
And while you give true love a rest,
I stand, still giving it my best.
I know you taste is in these lines you inhale with your every breath
So, if EVER you’re feeling stressed
Watch me rhyme in a pretty dress
and be grateful for a love that will love you beyond your death.

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