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.

The morning rise is beautiful in the maturing spring
As the sun rises, the sky is painted with the color blue
The birds flock from the horizon, from which long, thin clouds stretch,
Softening the sun rays
Slowly, cars begin to cross the streets,
Their owners ready to begin their day,
Drinking cups of coffee that fill the air with morning essence
To bring the early day alight.

The girl that I like is young, quite petite, I might add
Bluish-greenish turquoise eyes, like the forest and the sea combined
Her voice, a sweet, gentle overtone; the ocean, calm waves that reach ashore
The breeze, blows the forest trees; a rustle, soothing to the human ears
Her skin that luminesces; the white sands of the Riviera Maya
Here and there, little sprinkles of darker sand on her pretty face
Her natural dark, red hair, as fiery as the midday sun,
And her lips a vibrant red, that melt you in the summer days,
So warm and cozy as the winter rays.

Today is yesterday’s future
And future comes too soon
Past is ephemeral
Present real
Future illusion
Blurred lines
Of demarcations
It’s just life
Without the divide
Time’s a shackle
Never mind
The hassles