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She stands before me warm and perfumed

With the loveliest thought my mind's consumed

Her breath is light and her flaxen hair feathered

Passing through dreams in dry hot weather

Nighttime is sweet when her aura is there

I long for sleep when she will appear

Each day is full of plans and activity

But evening brings a dark empty cavity

When I shut my eyes my mind expands

I forget all knowledge of where I stand

I'm no longer conscious of all that I'm not

She clears my head when I'm distraught

But if dreams are the yearnings of an unconscious mind

I'll need some direction for I'm pleasantly blind

I just can't seem to find her when I'm awake

Her eyes are just as clean as a forest lake

Below clean soft bangs that frame her face

My memory is vivid and won't be erased

And my longings will never be curbed

The pureness of my vision undisturbed

And yet each night as these dreams persist

It's sad to think she may not exist

So if somehow she's just fabricated

I wish those dreams to be eradicated

Why should those fantasies continue

And tender soft scenarios ensue

If ultimately they come to an end

I want for nothing but sober thoughts

Free from illusions of what I'm not