Imaginary
By: Adam M. Snow
To dream, to die, to live again;
how great is thy love times ten?
For is this all imaginary;
for I to be with thee?
Your eyes a glimpse of purity;
for you and I can evermore see.
All this are but a dream come true;
for all we are, we are but two.
Oh how your touch so soft;
your voice so calm;
for I feel like we're aloft;
yet I feel
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