Waking dreams

A waking dream of heaven,
Is where I first met you,
And in that high up heaven,
My love began to brew,

For on the day I met you,
When light was still untrue,
I traded sleep for beauty,
My reward was seeing you,

And in that dream of heaven,
As that's where angels are,
I fell in love with an angel,
As your beauty pierced my heart,

Although that dream is over,
The memory of you,
Will live with me forever,
In the hopes it will come true.

poem by Zexion The Poet
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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