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Distant Dream of Love
I stand alone, but with a feeling as if I'm being watched.
Alone in darkness where all sound but my heart has stopped.
Where is she? All I asked for was one to love.
To hold and to care for and someone I can think of.
From behind I hear a voice of lore,
I spun quickly around so I could see more.
Two blue, green eyes peered through the midnight air.
As the voice and eyes came near I could see her ravishing hair.
As she came closer the night's shadows started to form a figure.
I became lost in her eyes as I fell deeper and deeper.
I reached to receive her soft lovely hand,
to show her I could be her only man.
But as I awoke from this dream of lust,
I could see that true love is a must.
Sense the strength that my thoughts were of.
Still I could see it was a distant dream of love.
-Marcus Turnerhill
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