I’m in love with a fantasy I replay over and over in my mind.
I see you and I, and we dance with our words until you take my hand and twirl me into a new world.
Your soul echoes and beckons; I don’t think you realize who you are. You’ve played such a minor role in my physical existence.
Somehow you’ve touched my soul in its most sensitive place-the part that welcomes the light.
If you could only see. I would sit, and listen to your dreams endlessly.
Eye contact would be enough. But somehow, you don’t see me.














