Is It Reality Or Fantasy
I dream the same dream every night,
That I would awaken in the morning daylight,
Seeing a special delivery at my front door,
A beautiful shiny secret box held by a stunning man kneeling on the floor.
He would look into my eyes and say the words I have been waiting to hear,
That he loves me so much and with such sincerity he begins to tear.
He holds my favorite flower, a rose, as he begins to stand and look in my eyes,
I hear his promises of love, faithfulness and I know it's all true, no lies.
I am so overcome with emotions that I keep hoping this is real and not in my head,
I keep praying that I am living this and not dreaming in my bed.
My breathe continues to be taken away as he hands me plane tickets and my heart skips a beat,
Suddenly my alarm clock goes off and I realize I feel my bed sheets under my feet.
It was all just a fantasy, the secret box, my favorite flower and plane tickets to my far away place,
But I keep hoping and praying one day I will find that beautiful handsome face.
Until that day, my dreams is what I will always hold dear,
Especially while I am waiting for my prince to appear.
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