If dreams can only be true,
Then in my life I can have you.
If dreams can be so real,
Then it’s your love I can feel.
I can see you face to face,
In any time at any place.
I can always be with you,
And prove what I feel for you is true.
You’ll never be a character in a book,
For which I am very hooked.
You’ll never be in my imaginations,
But a part of the real world’s situation.
I can touch your face with my fingertips,
And I can kiss your lovely lips.
I can be a heroine in your life,
And save you from sorrows and strife.
If only you can leap through the books’ pages,
And have life to the end of ages.
If only you live in reality,
Then I am able to erase my fantasies.
I can wait ‘till the ends of time,
Until this poem runs out of rhyme.
I can love you forever,
Like the song The 12th of Never.
But all I can do is dream,
Dream ‘till the fire runs out of gleam.
Until my life here is longer no more,
I am sure you will always be staying in a bookstore.
I can’t remember the particular date when I wrote this. But I do recall that the guy is based on Clayton Westmoreland of the book Whitney, My Love by Juditch McNaught.