In a dream is where "we" began,
But reality does not recognize our song.
So although when i dream,
we have an eternal dance,
When i awake, i am alone.

What intense defines,
is our hurt filled eyes,
And silent cries for the hand
we cant seem to hold.
we cant seem to touch unless i close my eyes,
and we arrive in a ballrom of our souls.

the song that plays ,
tells of an eternal blaze,
of a fire between to smiles,
Trapped in our own bliss ,
we danced in our wish,
and stayed there for just a little while.

When i return to real,
i am alone still ,
my thoughts are , as always, swept away.
Memory collapes, and the fantasy traps us.
and The sun is in haze once again.

Our secret dance,
is that of an eternal trance ,
incredible beauty and smooth harmony,
Deep understanding, of all our minds are demanding,
our dance is an escape for "we".

But when i see your face, in this reality place,
You seem to be a stranger to me.
My fantasy you , Is the definition of untrue,
its something i wish you could be.

You're A writer, A poem,
you're a masterpiece, and a song.

A dream,
in a beautiful ballrom scene,
where only "we" and our dance belong.

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