Dreams of You
Last night I dreamt of you and me,
Hand in hand lying under the trees,
I’d lift my head for a kiss so sweet,
You’d look at me and our eyes would meet,
My eyes drift closed as your lips brush mine,
I want you like this for the rest of time,
We stood and walked along the bank,
For this paradise, it’s you I thank,
I hear you whisper, “J’adore tu”
I softly say I love you too,
But something seems a little wrong,
I think a bit, but then you’re gone,
When I awake my fist is clenched,
And I finally remember; you never spoke French.
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Posted: Mon Jun 8, 2009 8:34 PM CST