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There Is A Man
There is a man.
There is a man, that visits my dream's.
A beautiful figment of my imagination , it seems.
He lay with me & watched me sleep,
craddled in his loving arms, I slept without a peep,
His dark hair fell upon his peaceful face,
& he kept me safe , here, in this place,
Though he was more beautiful than a man I have ever seen,
He did not lessen me , for he made me gleam,
He made me laugh , till I would cry,
& promised we will never share a goodbye,
Until i woke up, alone in my bed,
I found our short love, gone, dead,
I do not know this man, nor will I ever,
But if I found someone like him,
Well...I would cherish him...forever.