Living A Dream
All I asked of life was love, be real;
so it could mold my heart like potter's clay.
But I question, is it love that folks feel,
or are competing emotions at play?
Is love real, or merely papier-mache,
a collage of hopes that easily fray?
I turned to family to find love there,
and yet, I found nothing but tears and pain.
Never having felt loved, it seemed unfair
that I kept failing again and again.
I felt no affection, only disdain,
whatever hopes I had were all in vain.
I looked to friends for love, to no avail,
for though it was on their lips, it was lies.
I thought that love must be a fairytale;
until we met, and you opened my eyes.
You taught me to find love, look in my heart;
I can't imagine us being apart.
Falling in love is like living a dream,
I'm so happy I want to shout and scream.
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