These are hopeful dreams that may never be,
created by a lover such as me.
To hear you laugh or wipe your tears,
console our love and dispel your fears.
We lose ourselves into the night,
and find you next to me at first light.
A love without reasons,
that flourishes in all seasons.
To have and to hold and grow old,
with you twofold.
Yet these are hopeful dreams that may never be,
Created by a lover one such as me,
For you are a fish from freshwater and I a fish from the sea.
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