I dreamed you were a poem
In a calm and quiet storm of excellency
I dreamed you were a poem
Which fills the life of the needy
And consoles the heart of the "No hope"
I dreamed your eyes were covered with lightning
Your voice, a cold and warm breeze
Your lips, a river in the garden of Eden
And your face, a unique art painted Picasso
In that poem, you knew the meaning of love
You were like a white holy dove
Making saints and devils speaking in tongues
In case you didn't know, you got my heart a long time ago
©samsam
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