If I opened my eyes or pinched myself, will you still be there Would I still be able to write this poem, expressing to you my care Would I still be able to think of you, as often as I do Could I still come by and see your face and simply talk to you For if one night I were to wake and find you were a dream To find the joy that I once sought was not how I had deemed My days would be abandoned then, a nightly heart I’d keep For if you did live in my dreams, forever I would sleep