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You are my type of dream.
Not the type where I am clothed with riches and jewels
The type where we sit in green pastures near a stream of water
That placidity, that bliss world.
That is the dream you are.

Where no one else lurks among us
Where our one moment is everlasting.
The modesty of nature sings along with our abiding story.
Which whispers hope and longevity to us.
Such a beauty in a depth of chaos.

You are the stars in the night sky.
Our love, a constellation, made up of our vitality.
All together, a map in the darkness, directing those of the dark world,
To a love so beautiful.
That leaves everyone speechless.

— The End —