A creation in somebody's imagination
Became a reality in my dreams
So real, so vivid
An unknown location in my mind
Held happiness and joy
Emotions were quite strong
Yet, so weak was its existence
Because any sudden movement of the rationale
Faded the beauty into nothing
Nonexistence
So sad, I lay there
Thoughts wondered what it was
It was all just a reflection of myself
There was no trace of its reality
It was only born and died in my mind
What I loved was something I felt was missing
It was not a particular place or person
I am the place and person
When I look at my love
I see her as the beauty in my dreams
I already have that
If it was once evident in form
Then the formless is inside me
My own creation
If I want you to love
I need to love the nature in which I dwell