Our dreams

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Our dreams

 
"Every Night in our dreams we are swinging. Back and forth like a pendulum; Never stopping; Never wanting to; The sun is shining bright, but not as bright as you. Every time we start, I think of past times when we have done the same thing. It never seems to get old, though we are this is the place which you are the happiest This is the place which you are the happiest. This place that makes you whole again; we can come here Either in a dream or real life And it makes anything wrong go away, Everything bad disappear. You look over at me, your eyes are the color of eternity. They let me know that it is right Keep me wanting; Keep me needing. There are some things that happen That I wish was easy for me to fix and it kills me inside that I cant! But the thing that helps, Is the fact that you know that Im always here. I will never leave your side, I will never have a need to do so. You are my princess, easy to get to, but sometimes hard to reach. I just wish that i knew for certain that this would last forever. I know that whatever happens Will be for the best, But the only "BEST" Would be for us to be together Thats the only way that I would be able to see it. Time is a hard thing to get a hold of, like Jello. When you have it, you don't want it. And when you dont have it, you need it. Time is one thing I wish I could buy for you. Everyone needs more of it. Everyone always want more of it "Time is a virtue" Everyone says and to be serious, Im not too sure what that means. Im just glad about all the time that we have together All of the good and bad It makes no difference to me You are mine and Eternity is ours forever!"

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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