Dream With A Fairy Tale

Fantasy or not... Assuming that genuine affection I imagined,

one without thistles in pink velvet...

in your arms, I'd close the world,

no mournful days in the blue sky.

Would I know the shades of affection then,

the prepared desire for cherry red?

Give such love exist access to dreams;

after turbulent days it's great to dream.

I incline toward my everyday daily practice;

apathetic evenings after days with storms,

mornings with espresso on stormy pre-winter days...

After all, we compose our romantic tale ourselves.

Valentine's roses are a particularly pleasant motion,

I'll give you a chocolate heart...

However, consistently is similarly significant,

so together we keep on finding new terrains.

A fantasy is just a fantasy and life goes on...

At times I simply need fantasy in it:

To cherish in an unexpected way, to be enchanted and revered,

to be your dream and experience passionate feelings once more...