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BE MY REALITY
O that you could be not just a dream,
Not just a vision,
Of what may be my imagination...
Do not encircle me with lights and rays,
Appear before me in real and whatever one says,
Give reason to my action...
O my beloved of the other world,
Come here and be mine or else,
Forever make me thine in thy world.
I am likely way off on my assessment here but this poem feels to me as if you are missing someone you have yet to meet but its probably more so missing a love that can not return from where she has traveled. It reminded me of similar poems I have writ in the same discontent vein throughout the waddling years. I understood your emotional distress of the moment entirely and just wanted to share
the spontaneous angle of my view. you know who!.........so why type it?