Is He Real?
He comes to me,
Late in the night,,
It’s always so dark
That I'm without sight,
He holds me close,
And kisses me slow,
Whispers he loves me,
Just so I’ll know.
He's claimed my heart,
He’s stolen my soul,
But when he leaves,
Where does he go?
Is he only in,
my waking dreams?
Can he be,
As real as he seems?
Can he be real,
made of flesh and bone
Or am I still
A woman alone?
The (Im)Proper Poetess
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