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I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles...by Jude Kyrie

I'm  Forever Blowing Bubbles...by Jude Kyrie

I have always been a dreamer
Even as a little boy
I have dreamed of things.
When I sat next to her at junior school.
I think it was then I fell in love with her.
She treated me like her puppy dog.
I thought it was love back then.
But it was just a dream.

At the high school,
I was still in love with her
She had become more like a woman
Her softness abounding
She let me carry her books home.
And was my date at the prom.
She wore my corsage
And kissed me goodnight
after the dance was over.
I thought it was love
But it was just a dream.

We went to college together
She became a radical
I hate all men she said.
I softly said I am a man.
Not you, she whispered
and took me to her bed.
I thought it was love
But it was only a dream.

I attended her wedding today
She looked so beautiful.
No one noticed the tears in my eyes.
I closed them tight to hold them back
And I saw myself
standing next to her
At that altar.
I silently  mouthed the words
I do, in unison
With her new husband.

For just a moment
I felt her as my wife.
and that she loved me.
But it was only a dream.

 

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