Dreams of You

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Dreams of You

I know you bond with those who are much more rich than me.
Those with that flash of cash that does not follow me.
I tell you that my insight and my wisdom do hold a price.

My values, and integrity, are both keenly sought by others voice.
The den of kindness crafted here does not flash with cash.
But does flash that of love; tenderness the craft.

You danced once more through my dreams,
Your beauty frame, and hair of silk; your masterpiece of flesh.
I gently touched your soft skin, and felt your beauty breath.

You opened your arms to me with your sparkle that none could emulate.
In that dream you brought me back to life.
Made me feel there may be moments when you have thoughts,

Should I dare, dreams of me by you?