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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

Copyright © Vernon Songer | Year Posted 2006

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