Poems

Dreams

If I were free to choose,
I choose you.
If I were free to kiss,
I would kiss you until kissing became life itself.
If I were free to touch,
I would touch you until the movement of my hand would measure time itself.
I am free to think,
So I think of you,
I am free to dream,
So I dream of us walking hand in hand,
On a path surrounded by the most beautiful colors we could create,
The most breathtaking scents we could take
And the sound of your voice in song.

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