Ode To a Dream Lover
A thought about you would make me slip into those day dreams.
In one which we would be comfortably eating our ice-creams,
While sitting on the beach enjoying the warm simmering sun
That was gradually awakening and tickling our sense of fun.
In the evening we would be sitting and having dinner under the candle lit,
The smell of our favorite dishes wafting in the air and the music forming the lilt.
The next day you would be sending me fresh red roses with a love letter,
Telling me how you miss me already and wishing I would be better.
In another we would be having a picnic, sitting by the verdant countryside.
Our love, tears and laughter would be undulating, natural and hard to hide.
Every smell, sight, savor and sound in the atmosphere would be idealistic
Naturally our thoughts would merge together to be romantic.
Not even the ricochets of the free flowing river,
Would ever awaken my senses from my reverie.
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