To dream, to die, to live again; how great is thy love times ten? For is this all imaginary; for I to be with thee?
Imaginary
By: Adam M. Snow
To dream, to die, to live again;
how great is thy love times ten?
For is this all imaginary;
for I to be with thee?
Your eyes a glimpse of purity;
for you and I can evermore see.
All this are but a dream come true;
for all we are, we are but two.
Oh how your touch so soft;
your voice so calm;
for I feel like we're aloft;
yet I feel the loves gentle balm.
Is this reality or is it imaginary;
to be here with you;
even I can see;
for we are all anew.
You are my dream come true;
for I long to see those eyes so blue.
These three small words are what I lust for;
for I am waiting here, knocking at your door.