Love Stories...

Dreams do not do justice to the things I do conjure in my own head about you, love.
It isn't that my dreams aren't beautiful, no.... for sometimes they are of Beauty I Know Not Myself to Ever Be Able to Create.

But the Thoughts that Shine in The Dreams of the Day .....
Those Day Dreams of You,
Are the Real Dreams of Imagination that Keep Me Bound to You.

How Rare I Have Longed For Those That Share that Utopian Fantasy of Love in My Head...
To Be Able to Dream and Imagine You... well into my Future...
And Yet to Know That None of Such Beautiful Things Are Real Instead.

It is Strange to Know that My Daydreams of you Surpass My Night Dreams or the Reality with You. (?)


But I despair Not....

For What is Beauty in Life Than to Experience a Fantasy Life
Even if It Means To Be, Just in My Head.

It is in My Strange Head Where the Dream of You Still Lingers and Grows.

In All its Color, Desire, and Want of Love I Could Ever Aspire....
♥