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The man she dreams of when she's with me. |
| She says her dreams are all of him, All that they could be His touch, his kiss, his perfect form, It’s all there when she sleeps. Then her lips brush past mine Because he isn’t here She’s left with me to keep her warm To keep away the fear Of loneliness and sorrow Of life lacking in love So she settles upon me For he’s too far above. If only I was him, If only she loved this, My touch, My kiss, My lacking form Why can’t she love what is? For I am sitting next to her, Overwhelmed, in love And she is still speaking of him, This man that she dreams of. |