In this world of romantic dreamers called poets
We shall forever live in a poem
Where words run deep and periods don't exist
I think of you and my heart flutters
You are the most beautiful form of art I have ever written
You are the single rose I need
I am infatuated by the desire of wanting to be in love
We are two love struck teenagers
Watching the stars and whispering about love into the passionate wind
Promising forever against each other's lips
Keeping each other warm in a tight embrace of endearing romance
I dream of you the way one writes to breathe
I dream of you as if you truly were my lover
The more I write the more real we become
The more memories and moments I conjure up
You are simply a dream of my crush
This poem is written for me
There is no us
But I like to dream through string of words and poems
I am a hopeless romantic writing about a boy who will never notice her
But with every poem I write I bring us alive
In a world where no one can find us
This is all but a dream called a poem
Written by romantic dreamers called poets.