Fantasy

Every night I dream of you,
Every day - I lose a breath or two.
Because your sober thoughts make me quiver
That magic makes me feel loved forever.
I know that you are miles away
And I can't even call during the day
I'm a fool, I lack strength to dial your number
Because you're the only one who makes me wonder
If my future is void, if my future is flowing
With your love, your joy, your longing
To you this may sound like a juvenile poem
That comes from a writer that's supposed to be honed
To you this may sound like the most fickle of art
But this simple thing beats from the bottom of my heart
I wrote love poems about no one in particular
When I was a kid, I mixed words and played with them in the dark
Yet this is such an overwhelming feeling,
One that I cannot describe without thinking.
I've never been in love with anybody else
Brain says this is stupid since I don't know you that well
So why does this feeling take over my veins?
Why do I love you, the night the day?
Puppy love, my common sense states
So why do I see you in my ensuing fate?
You are there, and we laugh
You make me change, and I adapt.
With every gust of the wind I feel you near
This is true love, my prince is here.
Why else would I be writing numerous words
If this feeling is nothing, just curd?
In my flight of fancy, you keep on enticing me
Somehow, if I reach out and so do you, it will be reality
I long for a slight touch, a strong hand to hold
Robust, fragments of you and I begin to unfold
How many times must I utter in my night visions -
That "I love you" is my strongest inhibition?
That "I love you too" will elevate our intuition?
That an assurance, even just a glance
Can melt me, and make my sentiments fire a dance
I love you
I know you,
You love me too.