How Could I Have Dreamed of You?

How could I have dreamed of you,
after all that we've ben through?
How could it be the case,
that I should see your face?
Smiling in my dream,
not as real as it may seem.
I think the case is this:
I'm longing for your kiss.
I'm pining for a peck,
On the cheek or neck.
But even more than those,
I long to see the rose.
I gave it yo you when
our romance was set to begin.
But now it's all too late: 
It seems love is not our fate.
So now my dream is done,
It was such a real one!
But tell me once again,
Do you dream of other men? 
Or do I haunt you too, 
my face in your view?
Somehow I don't think it's the case
that you have seen my face.
But I'd like to think that you too
Sometimes get blue.
But that's not very nice, 
revenge is a vice. 
So I ask you once again:
How could I have dreamed of you,
after all that we've been through?
How could it be the case
that I should see your face?
I guess I'll never really know
Just where my dreams will go.

-Written 3-30-1996 8:31am.

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