Courtesy Diviantart
In the dream
I felt I was truly loved.
I did not know who she was.
A nagging thought
said we had known each other
in another time and place.
She was young.
I was also a young man again.
She was beautiful.
She kept on kissing me.
They were deep kisses of passion.
I had not felt like that
in a long, long time.
It was a gift from my youth.
It was truly
a beautiful dream.
Texas Poetry 
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