Her
And it seems every time I close my eyes
I enter a world like no other.
I see her everywhere, I hold her close
We dance.
I feel this feeling, a surge of something
It's not power, it's not grief,
It is pure elation, like I've never felt.
It is joy.
I can sware that her face is right there
I hear her laugh, I hear her voice
The more I look, the more real she is.
But I know she is not.
I guess you can say I miss her
I miss the walks, I miss the fights
I miss the way she know just how to tease me.
I love her.
I've learned that nothing is perfect
That I know, that I trust
But to tell me that while in her presence
Is blasphemy.
She is the one person I've waited for
The fabled one, the perfect one,
The only one to make my dreams come true
I need her.
Time will take it's toll on life
It always has, it always will
But for every time that I might see her face
Time stands still.
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