Love is a dream
Fleeting and mysterious
Comes and goes at will
Where to? Where from? Nobody knows
How does it happen? Why does it happen? Nobody knows
Love is a dream
Hard to tell its purpose
Or the meaning behind it all
Is there a secret that we do not know?
Or does it hold no meaning at all?
Love is a dream
Transports you to a magical world
Where everything is to your liking
And it is your empire
But sometimes it puts you
In a ghoulish place
You feel like running away
But there is no escape
Love is a dream
Some last longer than others
But they all must end
Not to leave your side forever
But to come back stronger
Tomorrow again
Frank Solanki 
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wonderful 🔆🔆🔆🤸 and positive at the end, too 😀😀🙃
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Another poem in the reflection you’re taking us in on the subject of love.
For what it’s worth, I agree with you when it comes to the dream like qualities of our passions, and love certainly falls in this category. A very enjoyable read.
Thanks for the journey…🙏
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