"Was He Real?"
His hair was dark with a little red,
His eyes were as blue as the midnight sky.
When he looked at me I turned away,
I couldn't bare the pain;
His eyes pierced my heart like daggers,
His face did the same.
His manly arms grasped me tight,
He held me close;
He knew my fears,
Wait a second was he really here?
Was it a dream, or was it real?
I was asleep, now I'm awake;
I can't find him, but wait
There's a knock at the door
"Honey are you OK?"
I heard him say.
I opened the door
It was him from my dream
Or was it a dream?
I am confused, but I'm not scared
Because now I know he's really here.
--By Robin Wood
