A Daydream
Every time I see you
You are prettier than before.
By my heart pulse I realize,
Every time you walk in the
door.
I will stop writing,
For my words are weaker than
your beauty.
I dream of a day
We hold hands on a boardwalk
of a sea.
Since we have met
I live in a daydream of you.
Without saying your feelings,
You have occupied my every
view.
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