Love is like a dream, so real and unbelievable
It is pure magical realism and surrealism combined
Pinch me if I'm dreaming, pinch me if I'm in love,
For I can no longer distinguish both
I can fly and am omnipotent in dreams,
But I never sleep, and feel powerful when in love
I love her, and she loves me
Everything's a fantasy
I dream and everything is sublime
I can breathe underwater,
I can breathe in space
The stars right before my eyes,
They come, in various shapes and colours,
Like the little fireworks above our heads
When we stare deeply into our eyes,
Stares that melt the heart like clocks inside our minds
Imagine if we fall in love inside our dreams
It would be a layer of inception that repeats infinitely
We dream and love, love and dream, dream and love
And if we ever wake, the memories will remain
So real and surreal that makes us doubt if the memory is real or if what's real is unreal
Did it happen, or did it not happen?
Was it love? Was it a dream?
That is why I say, Love is like a dream.
It's not really a poem, just something I was contemplating (especially the last part), but here it is for you to read. Tell me what you think.
Do you think I should remove the last parts?
-Cheers.