Am I going mad?
Or is it my imagination?
I can still feel your arms
Wrapped around me
And your fingers
Touching my hands.

It's almost like
My body has changed shape
Around you.

My imagination must be
Doing something though
Because whenever I think
That you can't be more
Beautiful, you prove
Me wrong again.

It's almost like
My eyes open more
Every time I look.

No - I've got it wrong.
My imagination has never
Been good enough to
Dream up the beauty
That I see in you.
So it must be real.

It's almost like
Truth being stranger
Than fiction.

Maybe you don't
Belong in reality
Because you're too
Beautiful for this
World I inhabit.
But stay anyway.

It's almost like
You're too good to be true.
But here you are.

05/27/2001

Posted on 03/02/2005
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