ANGEL

In the night, I dreamt sweetly of your face
The dream ended when I awoke, crying
A face kind and caring, in any place
Alas, dreams don't come true; I am nothing
You cared for me and looked me in the eyes
My heart is empty without you in it
they were as lovely as the summer skies
You don't notice me, though I watch you sit
You showed me your beauty as you stood there
I've noticed that you seem to not like me
You were breathtaking--your body, your hair
You refuse to talk to me; set me free
You let me touch you, caress your soft skin
But never let me tell you how I feel
Your kisses better than a thousand men,
I yearn for that dream to be really real.

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