DREAM

She was like a dream.
I still remember her!
The hair of gold
and those strong,
wild eyes:
the colour of the sea
has never been so deep,
so clean.
It was all like a dream.
It started,
it ended:
was it for real?
Did you actually kissed me?
Did those lips (I still remember)
pronounce the words?:
"I like you, I love you".
But it didn't matter anyway,
did it?
After all,
they were simple lies
from those strong,
wild eyes...
from those soft,
delicious lips...

I don't know if I ever
actually awaked,
but I know
one thing for sure:
Like you,
nevermore.