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Still Feels Like a Dream

At last my love we finally meet, after years of marvelous dreams, we hold out are hands and 
greet eachother with thoughts of wonder, is this real, can this be, am I actually standing in 
front of the love I see in my dreams? We talk for months, and at last you ask, will I be 
yours and of coarse I say yes. Five years together and It still feels like i'm dreaming, which 
only leaves me thinking, that the love we have together will last forever!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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