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As I close my eyes to dream,
We finally have the time to meet again;
There are bright colors in this scheme,
And your face rejuvenates my memory by a grin.

There are things I desire to know but can't,
So, I urge to touch you to see how you feel,
Before I do, the dream gains an obscure taint;
You seem too beautiful to be real.

Then you reach my cheek with your tender fingertip.
Instantly, I receive a grand stimulation
Within my body entirely I feel a grasping lift;
Wonder hopelessly if this is another simulation.

Are you and I actually worth this?
Did our love go so far downstream?
What was the fantasy's real purpose?
Why that afternoon I closed my eyes to dream?