Dreaming

I lean off my chair, 

Watching the whorls of blue ink 

Come, form words, dry together

How I wish I could hold them with me

I walk by candlelight

Imagining a rescue,a chase, 

A boy who stopped and saw

You turn, to catch her eye

Smile, there, we're all done

I observe, with a grin

you have dimples, 

And your smile lights up your whole face.

The End

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