Real Or Dream

For the first time, I regret That I didn't paint you know. I would draw her silhouette Hundred times or even more. I would paper all the house, Walls and ceilings, every board. So that nothing would remain There of sadness or discord. Oh. Is it real or just a dream? Oh. Is it real Or just a dream? Still I'm not a painter, no. And my poems are so-so. But I keep on dreaming though. You still visit me, I know. You keep coming back again. I don't want to wake from sleep. Why for love I pay in pain? Such a heavy price to keep. Oh. Is it real or just a dream? Oh. Is it real Or just a dream? Oh. Is it real or just a dream? Oh. Is it real Or just a dream?