You were in my dreams,
long ago, before
I knew what you were,
before I knew of sacrifice,
way before I understood
the great struggle of love.
There you were,
all your trembling attributes
playing through my youthful
mind. You encompass it,
all the hopes and temptations
and mornings alone.
You're the perfect man,
with all your mistakes and
blushed cheeks. Don't change
your sight of this world
or me, please.
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