Are you real? <br />I'm afraid that you're the product of my fevered reveries <br />Though I could never conjure such perfection <br />In form and nobility of mind. <br /> <br />Are you real? <br />It's been so long since I've known such a dream <br />Of a angel, with <br />All the elven mischief of an April afternoon. <br /> <br />Are you real? <br />I am sure that if I touched you, you'd just melt away <br />Like the morning mist in the hills and the valleys <br />A lovely vision of what life ought to be. <br /> <br />Are you real? <br />I ask this question to the starlight <br />Which seems reflect in your midnight eyes <br /> <br />Are you real? <br />Is this face which is so suddenly <br />Familiar to me as my own <br />Truly there? <br /> <br />And if you are.... <br />Am I real to you?<br /><br />Megan Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-real-4/
