Thursday, March 8, 2007

Truth

The moonbeam touched her face through the glass. She woke up with a startle.
And then cuddled back in the sheet with a faint smile.
Wish you were here.
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And I love you so.
But why?

You dream with me, you talk to me, you love without a burden.
You are just outside my world.

1 comment:

DreamCatcher said...

i like the last line...