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 things are gone awry,
I still have a shadow of Dom to hold onto.
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