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When I dream about love,
I see a boy with eyes of the most beautiful shade of brown,
Making me laugh at the stupidest jokes that anyone could think of.
. When I dream about love,
I see Sunday,
Where he lays out his paint brushes at the green field,
That lays beyond our tiny but cute house.
His hand is creating an art out of simingly,
random colours....
While I sit under a canopy of trees,
Smiling and looking at him.
Then laying open a book and
writing about us.
. When the dream end,
I wake up and see nothing
but an empty bed,
With no one to hold my hands.
. They ask me about love and I tell them
That's can make you laugh and smile.
And finally leave you,
And still you find yourself holding on
to a little shred of hope,
That one day,
LOVE wouldn't be this sad.....