By Aaron... cloudy269@hotmail.com
Date: 7 December 2000
dreaming of her
dreaming of her
The boy sat alone waiting, upon the wooden stairs.
Hoping that she would come soon enough.
Her hair the deepest of red and her eyes as blue as the sky.
He knew that he loved her, and that if anything,
His love for her would never die.
Then from afar like a god’s golden beam of light, she appeared.
The wind blowing softly through her hair,
and the sun, shining upon her milky white skin.
For as she drew near, and they embraced.
Their souls were intertwined,
and he felt for the first time in his life
That he was worry free and perpetually complete.
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