A dream of ParisA Poem by Jonathan TorresWalking down Paris' streets of lights and the aroma of coffee hits my nose Fresh linens i see to purchase for my home Home where my love sleeps peacefully Dreaming of our romances along Paris' cobble stoned streets Here i come to surprise him with my goods Take off my shoes and climb into bed Snuggling next to lui Kisses upon kisses is how he greets me Holding me closely to his warm body Out of nowhere he gets up and gets dressed Before I know it we're out the door admiring the rich culture of Paris Holding hands Forever in love... I wake from my ever dreaming sleep Check the time...it's two thirty in the morning I then grasp the space next to me to feel it empty Just sheets crumbled up from my amazingly visual dream Just a dream... Just a dream... "One day it shall come true" I say
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