Reality of Dreams

Could this dream be truly real?
This flawless presence has arrived —
As if on a predetermined schedule —
Directed toward my own personal microcosm.

You are diverse yet precisely exact —
As if my own perfectly fitting paradox —
Always questioning every answer given,
And always the answer to all my questions.

Could this reality be only a dream?
A perfect presence that has arrived —
As if a premeditated thought —
Directed toward my own personal ideals.

Frequency of reminders is my only sign
That this person, yes you, is truly here —
Not as a simple fragment of my imagination,
But as all my dreams finally coming true.
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