Ah, the perfect day she'd know Where children laugh and lillies grow Long afternoons of buzzing trees Of kissing little one's scraped knees In my mind I page back through Love notes yellowed on paper blue Sharing dreams simple and mundane With girls I'll never see again Should I resurrect old stories Of epicurean life and glories Maybe crib the sheets in full My gentler heart resists that pull What dreams do I dream today They are the same perhaps I say Curling up on an old-soft couch In a party-quiet house's pouch Children abed with happy smiles Lover's eyes sparking future miles My chest knows only simple truth Family gathered and friends sooth For that simple dreamer it's enough To be with the people that it loves
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