The Dream

As morning breaks, across the eastern sky,
I awaken from a dream, and find an angel by my side,
I lie there and stare, at the beauty that I see,
And wonder if I’m awake, or still in a dream,
With hair of gold, that shimmers in the morning light,
With beauty unmatched, by the brightest star at night,
Like a delicate pedal, which blossoms on a rose,
As I stare into her eyes, and lose my soul,
Then I look to the sky, I see a lonesome dove,
And thank God for sending an angel from heaven above,
As I lie there and stare and know what will always be true,
That with all my heart and soul, I will always love you,
Then I look back up to the sky, and ask God," Please,
If I’m still asleep, never wake me from this dream"

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