-Dreaming-

I kiss you in pages of poems

And caress your mind with linquistics

You except me for all the write reasons

My words touch you in ways I can'tWrite now

I don't think of you, But live in a perpetual dream

Where I read you aloud To myself

And kiss you Love you Like I would love to

But for now I write my heart to beat I

n stanzas Until we meet Or I wake from dreaming.