Treasure Island

Bellaina Bella Hernandez

(4-17-1994 / California)

Another Dream... But Real


Hello my love, whom my heart speaks for
i had a dream of you, a dream that i adore

It was mainly you, and bits of me too
you and i were close, in lovers' embrace
then on your lap, giving quick pecks
what i missed most is your taste

This dream is too real,
every single touch, i feel
your voice is heard, as if right beside me
a dream that proves we're ment to be

Next morning, a morning like no other
that dream i had, is coming true
that dream that i adore, of me and you
this dream was sent by God, showing me the future

I got to feel your touch, once more
heard your voice, that i adore
kisses that makes, these promises
of true love, for you and me

11-9-2011

Submitted: Wednesday, November 09, 2011

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