Poezie
mIRC dream
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Mediu
I stumbled onto you,
half by mistake, trying to elude
the hounds who have no discretion or taste.
You were a polite voice,
in a world of ramble,
A gentleman searching
for more than the tepid offerings
that seemed to fill the air.
Well named you are,
Romantic, rather than romeo,
and I don\\\'t need you to die for me,
not even once.
You hardly wait to meet,
longing across the miles
and I cannot give you that yet.
I am whimsy and fantasy and perfect
because I am not yet flesh to you.
I am a dream, a genie, a bit of black magic
that has found it\\\'s way into your world.
You are a sweet spirit
to torment my dreams,
steal my heart,
and leaves me happy,
but I could not bear the look in your eyes
if the soul you have come to love
does not match the flesh
you wish to press.
Let me stay a fantasy, dream lover, witch---
And you can have me always.
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