A Love Only Dreamt Of
A Love Only Dreamt Of
3,972 Bricks on the west side,
of the Pirtile technology building,
I sat, Stared and thought about her
Beautiful face. And As I counted,
Reminiscing of that day she looked
Deeply into my ocean blue eyes and
Said, I think I love you. A little..
I realized a virtue of life
Love is a paramount quality of life.
If I died tomorrow I would die
a happy man. You see for every
Brick I counted on that wall I thought
Of a new feature about her I loved
And It seemed that love was never
Ending because…
I Ran out of Bricks.
3,972 Bricks on that wall, and not
One is a strand short of perfection
Call Me "No Life"
Call Me "Crazy"
But, I'd Do It Again
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