Your lips press against mine
Delicately
As though if you were to kiss me
Any harder
I would shatter in an instant
You run your fingers through my hair
A smile plastered to your face
As we bask in the yellow moonlight
Happy and peaceful
The flower we planted finally flourishing
We intertwine hands
Whispering with our eyes
I love you
Our hearts racing
And the world around fading away
It's just us
But then I close my tattered leather book
As I draw in another breath
Because I know
This will never
Be nothing less
Than a mere fantasy
