I dreamt of you the other night
I saw your lovely face
and the things you said and did
when you were in my space
Humming in the morning,
Getting ready for the day
Coffee, showers, sweet affection
Before you drove away
The dream was unambiguous
So true I nearly cried
The softest lips for kissing
A tongue that never lied
Considerate and loving
You called when you were late
Which was almost never dear;
That was really great
I was adored, secure and loved
And nothing that I felt was false
The dream was you, I think- I thought-
My god, that’s someone else!
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