Could this be a fantasy?
Are the curtains waiting to rise?
Will the actors pull off their masks,
And ruin their disguise?
Will the cameraman start again,
And call the whole cast to begin
And read over the script to make sure
They remember every glimpse and grin?
Will you walk away from me,
Back to the make-up booth,
And touch up the tears that you shed,
When I thought you were telling the truth?
Could this be a dream, my dear?
Have you really done it again?
Are these your lips,
Or just my own longing imagination?
I hope this is happening.
God forbid I ever wake up.
Let me dream forever with you by my side,
That would be enough.
Darling if you'll stay with me,
I will always find a way,
To steal at least half of a grin off your face
Each and every day.
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