Dreams, Contrasts and Realities
Dreams:
Her Face
I saw the face I could stare at for days,
A reflection of warmth that I wanted to see,
A face that mirrored mine,
A face that reacted strongly to mine.
To look at her face,
Was to see how I felt,
A grin beaming back at me,
A tear dropping in sympathy,
A feeling of knowing self,
I expected to see her face forever more,
My world was bereft and empty without it,
An empty gap in the air that could not be filled,
Once seen, I could not forget,
Her face engraved on my mind forever,
I know that face better than I know my own,
To see it smile back at me is divine.
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