For the 'Fantasy' Poetry Contest of Constance La France
“Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.” - Sara Teasdale You see it in romantic movies, and when you are young, nothing seems so awesome as kissing's bliss or walking hand in hand. You dream of it, wishing it would blossom before too long for you! If only he - your thoughtful, handsome prince – would come along, and reverie become reality. You fall to sleep. In your mind’s a love song, and when you’re not asleep, you dream awake. Your visualization of romance is whimsy over life-long love you’ll make. Youth’s fantasizing has you in a trance. Life shocks you out of hallucination, For truth can’t match your sweet imagination.
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