When I sit and dream,
I think of you.
You, what dreams are made of,
Make all of mine come true.
In my dreams I reach out to hold you,
But you're not there.
My heart is denied your love,
As I wake up to an emptiness without you.
Then you come true to me
With a burning passion,
That melts my heart into a puddle of love
That runs through my body,
To let me know how much you mean to me.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
When Dreams Come True
Posted by Jose at 3:53 PM
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