The night sparkled with a dream,

As I crept closer towards my bed's cloak,

Covering the mist of the evening's tears,

Warmth, I felt,

And in the Wonderland,

I wander.

There he is again,

Carrying the loveliest of red roses,

A bouquet meant for love,

Prickly, I thought,

Only smoothness, I feel,

Even his hands vanish the thorns.

He holds my hand so tight,

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