By ~Harem~
Date: 2001 May 22
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[[2001.05.22.08.20.19275]]

The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I love someone that I can't touch
He's so far out of my reach
I  hold him only  with thoughts in my head
Caress him with my tender speech

I feel him so very  deep inside
With every breath that I take
He sneaks in my room late at night
Gently nudging me, till I  awake

Then I get up and go downstairs
To gather my words to write
Easing the agony of wanting him
Penning  till dawn's early  light

Without the pleasure of feeling his skin
Not able to give him a hug
No kisses to share what might have been
No passion to taste his sweet love

Making the most of this crazy facade
Adjusting to life's every way
I manage to share my love with him
Through the things that I carefully  say

It's one of those things, that one never knows
Why feelings exist in your heart
No reason to logically explain
The yearning  when we are  apart

The physical love, he's got plenty of
Of that, he has no real  need
But the stuff that dreams are made of
I write down,  for him to read...

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