better than a dream
He is my pot of gold
A treasure to hold
Neither silver nor lead
With time he does not fade
He is my lily on a field
Stands out from a crowd
His heart is big and warm
Each time he takes me by a storm
In his sleeve he wears his heart
His emotion is always right
He was my puppy
I was his kitten
When we were just ten
We knew each other before we were born
We were made of the same fiber
Precious childhood to share
He is better than a dream
I don’t want to wake up from
His wholeness is greater than the sum
Of the parts given by his mom
In pursuit of my dream I found him
I lost him when I woke up
He was no more in my arms
Though I am not part of his happiness
I don’t love him any less.
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