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Standing,

Staring,

Deep into the eyes of my one true love.

His eye sparkle,

And gleam,

As he holds me close

In his arms.

Our hair and

Clothes

Drenched,

Sagging

And wet

As the rain continued to pour.

“Is this just a dream?”

I asked to myself,

Hoping the answer was no.

My true love kissed me so softly,

Yet so passionately

On my lips.

“I love you,”

Did not have to pass

Either of our lips.

The words were already

Lingering in the air

And coming from the

Romantic,

Moonlit,
Down pour.
“Is this truly a dream?”
I ask

Once more,

Not truly wanting a reply.

My Fallen Angel

Kissed me once more

And tightened his arms

Around me.

Once again

No words had to be spoken.

Nothing could spoil this moment.

“Is this truly just an insane dream?”

I ask

One more time.

“If so,

I do not want to be

Awaken.

Is this a dream?”

Just then

I awoke from my deep

Slumber

To realize

That it was,

And that I was in my bed.

I sigh,

“Yes,

It was a dream.”

I peer out

My window into a night

Filled with dark clouds,

A bashful moon,

And an amazing down pour.

I smile wildly at the sight.

“But not for long.”