Telling Memories

Every night, as I lay down to sleep
I think of you and smile.
Every morning, when I awaken
I lie there and dream of you a while.

A dream, nothing more
Is what you'll always be.
A shadow, never more
living in this twisted memory.

I believe I love you
But I'll never be quite sure.
Until the day I can hold you,
and must dream of you no more.

Be mine, make me happy.
Say no, and make me sad.
Either way, I need to tell you
about these feelings that I've had.

I want to know you better,
Please, say that it can be.
I don't have much to offer,
except this dreamer that is me...

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