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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreaming's Art</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He could see<br>that she loved him; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">no, more like Idol Worship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You' she said <br>'are the Man of my Dreams<br>my Prince Charming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything you touch<br>turns to gold<br>including me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I laid down my heart for you<br>hand pressed my soul for you, <br>danced round your Maypole<br>like a young girl in spring.<br> <br>You populated my every dream; <br>you in my eyes-<br>could do no wrong or harm-<br>you were my dreams' dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He: said: <br>I see now my dear<br>this was Dangerous Praise<br>and Deadly Love<br>at least for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt in love too <br>but more with your<br>image of me, <br>not as I really was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so as not to disappoint<br>I pretended to believe <br>the image of me<br>dancing in your eyes<br>but in doing so<br>I participated in<br>the subterfuge; <br> <br>creating someone<br>who was only a facsimile<br>of the real me<br>who<br>then<br>went into hiding<br>dreading to be discovered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To you I was your hero-<br>the one to up-end every wrong<br>and we<br>busily, <br>both of us, <br>constructed<br>white picket fences<br>in the blue, blue sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She: <br>'I believed you were my superman, <br>you said so too.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He: <br>'I said so because you seemed<br>to need me to be that fantasy, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I had no heart to disappoint<br>that precious dream<br>you had of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She: <br>'But you did disappoint because I began<br>to see <br>that you were not superman<br>or perfect even.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He: <br>'And that disappointment in your eyes<br>was too much for me.<br>Too much for me to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In time<br>resentment came<br>because why should I <br>live to be another's dream<br>even the dream of the one I love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you too<br>were not perfection's dream<br>you too in time<br>were revealed to me<br>as merely a woman<br>a person, not perfect, <br>not a dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She: <br>And there we stood the both of us<br>pouring hurt and harm<br>on each other as human beings<br>preferring to cling to our perfect<br>dream scheme; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">even as we came to understand<br>Misplaced Dreams are not dreams at all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but potential nightmares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked at him, <br>with her deep, sad eyes<br>saying: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do you think you could love me<br>if my beauty fades<br>if my breasts succumb to gravity; <br>if other women to you<br>siren call? <br> <br>He said 'Could you still love me<br>if in morning light <br>my paunchy eyes <br>and thick waist<br>become pronounced<br>and lumpy high? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So these two in fading light<br>allowed themselves<br>to contemplate<br>Irony's Twists<br>and the struggle between<br>what our dreams want<br>and who we really are; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so much at stake here<br>so little it takes<br>to merely<br>accept<br>that dreams are not real; <br>people are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is not to say<br>dreams must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rather only dream<br>that dream<br>which constitutes Love’s Art<br>which comes with the words: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I shall love you<br>til death do us part.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That too<br>is a dream: <br>True, <br>True Love<br>imparts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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that she loved him; 

no, more like Idol Worship.

'You' she said 
'are the Man of my Dreams
my Prince Charming.

Everything you touch
turns to gold
including me.

I laid down my heart for you
hand pressed my soul for you, 
danced rou..."></div>
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