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Dom Dreamer :: Faerie
Dominic,
Your eyes, blue as
Oceans and ultramarine candles,
They hold my dreams,
Wide and far,
Impossible, they say,
To catch such a shining star.
Dominic,
You are those dreams,
Held in your
Divine orbs made of sky,
Blue diamonds set deep,
Wide and hypnotising.
Dominic,
Would you grant me these little wishes?
Let me give you a kiss,
Hold you awhile?
It would be sweet,
Though fleeting and brief.
Dominic, you hear me not.
My hopes remain unfulfilled.
But still your eyes,
Will and always,
Hold my dreams of you.
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Everywhere :: Faerie
Dom, you remind me when I’m:
Sucking on lollipop,
I see you doing the same..
Looking at a tree,
I imagine you sitting in it.
Wearing a long scarf,
Lo’ I think of you wearing one of yours!
Listening to The Beatles,
I see you dancing like a maniac.
Everywhere I go,
You’re there,
Walking down the streets,
Sitting on the school bus,
In the classroom during History,
In the libary amongst the books, reading.
You’re jumping on my bed,
You’re driving by on the interstate.
Wherever I go you’re there somehow in my mind.
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How it Began :: Faerie
I still cannot believe,
That I chose you.
Dom, above all others,
I wanted you most.
I was once a giggly Orlando Bloom fan,
But it was gone in flash,
At the new shy thought of you,
Like blooming spring crocus.
I refused to fall for your cheekiness,
(How could I?)
Put all my power into resistance.
But my thoughts betrayed what I was used to.
It was shy and strange,
The feeling I had,
Fresh and ripe,
To think of your twinkling eyes
And wide grin.
In the end I yielded,
I finally gave …
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In a Dream :: Faerie
A simple dream would be sweet,
To see him as I sleep,
And in the rare chance that
It happens the dream is blur,
Not as it seems.
When I see him in my dreams,
It feels like life,
Like running in the forest,
Chasing fey,
Sweet like enchanted fruits,
To dream of his kisses,
To dream of his face,
To dream of how he holds my hand,
It’s all too sad to wake.
Oh, but when I do,
I hold the dream to me all the day,
So even when …
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Lanky Love God :: Faerie
He’s my lanky love god,
My number one dream come true.
Secret Agent Lover Man,
I have been looking for him
All my life but didn’t even know.
The missing piece,
I saw it in his eyes,
All my dreams of him.
So new and nervous this feeling.
Like a flower budding in snow.
I want to be near him,
So close, a part of him,
Maybe an eyelash.
So sad, how I love him,
So desperate for he I do not know.
But still I love him …
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Song of the Dom :: Faerie
You’re that song,
Dommie,
That catchy, sexy rythym,
That has me dancing and swaying,
When I see you.
Shake and twist when I hear you speak,
Samba of my heart,
Got me doing the can-can.
Only you got me goin’ it Hammertime.
Looking at your eyes I swivel my hips,
Sing your song,
Like elves in the trees.
The way you move,
I just can’t stop.
Can’t stop, can’t stop,
Watching you and your crazy sexy cool.
Just can’t get enough of you, Dom.
My dancing muse.
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Star in the Sky :: Faerie
My Dominic,
A star in the bleak sky,
How is it,
That you have caught my eye?
I think upon you,
Silly grin on my face.
Your eyes remind me of oceans,
Fathomless and wild,
Untold tales lie deep in them.
You visit me in my sleep,
Each dream,
A precious thing to keep.
And the moment I wake,
I mourn for it wasn’t real.
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Waiting :: Faerie
Oh, Dominic
I sit at my window,
Book in my lap.
Waiting for you to ride up on your steed,
Your smile radiant as the sun,
Hoping you’ll see me,
Longing for you the way I do.
Oh, Dominic
I sit under a bower,
Roses in my lap.
Waiting for you to come and sit with me.
So I can look into your stormy sea eyes
And give you a thousand kisses.
But you never come.
Oh, Dominic
You leave me waiting forever,
Wasting away to a shadow.
Hoping for you to smile in my direction,
My patience is short,
But my love for you,
Keeps me waiting …
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When I Fell In Love :: Faerie
The moment I fell,
For the one called Dom,
I remember it well,
How could I forget?
That fateful day on TRL,
I saw him walk in with Billy and Liv,
And Cupid’s arrow struck.
His sandy hair, streaked with gold,
Flopping over his eyes,
Like an androgunyus scarecrow.
Eyes lined in kohl,
Drawing me into his spell.
His lanky body,
Moving lithe,
Lost in his beauty,
Fear of that new feeling.
The day I fell,
Under Dom’s spell,
Oh, I remember it well.