It was just my imagination

It was just my imagination.

In all the worlds that I have seen,

The sun’s rays have never shone so bright,

As they do right now on this planet of ours.

I pray to see this day last throughout the night.

Eternal sunshine is needed to reveal,

The lady I see in the depths of my mind.

Her voice speaks of echoes of fondness.

My fond memories of love are lost; never again will I be healed.

But if I could find a lady like her,

Maybe I could find a way to once more smile.

I wish I could love her and once more see the ladies smile;

No tears does she ever shed, for she is strong of heart.

She is capable of inner strength, whilst I am fragile

And forever locked within my own broken heart.

A gift to her I wish to bring,

As a peace offering; she is equity.

The lady I have never met drifts into my soul

And makes herself at home.

Hopefully, permanently; not just temporarily.

She is Gothic of soul and dresses like a Goth

And that will draw me towards her always,

In a desperate search for love.

She is the last hope of the hopeless,

Who has been ready to give up.

I dream of her when I am awake

And she swims inside my blood.

She floats inside a vessel; she is created by me inside my brain.

She breathes oxygen into my lungs

And sends love flowing through my veins.

She is a figment of my imagination,

Who I am desperate to somehow make become real;

Just so I could once more feel loved.  Just so I could once more feel.

I want to embrace her,

But she is a non-entity who is out of reach.

Still I am searching for a way to meet her,

Each time I go to sleep.

I am thinking about her as I lay in my bed,

But she knows nothing of me and she never will.

My thoughts will be about her, until I forget.

She will spring back into my forethought’s,

Whenever my body is still.

And still I shall love her with every ounce of my heart;

For she is my last sense of light, as I drift off into the dark.

Soon she is gone from my head;

I tried hard to not forget,

But I can think of this kind of love no longer,

For she is real only inside my imagination and not inside my bed.

My ghost of a love drifts away from my attempts at amity.

She floats away into the never to become just a memory.

This is a tragedy.

She is a vision, lost way up in the ether,

Disappearing like a rocket ship shot into space.

She was here once, now my sweetheart has evaporated

And left my soul without a trace.

Gone like the wind, she has blown through my heart.

I felt her breeze blow through my life

And now she and I shall forever remain apart.

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