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George, my love

The other day you held my hand in Denny's
And ended my dislike and jealousy
Of lovers who hold hands in public places,
For now I have a lover of my own.
And once I did remember all I dreamed,
But now I only know that I have dreamt
But don't recall the contents of my sleep.
I wonder do I ever dream of you?
You fill my waking days with happiness,
Why not my nights without impediment,
To hold you gently in my arms til dawn?