I grabbed your hands,
and you felt mine.
your head on my shoulder,
feels perfectly fine.

I'd like to dream about you,
In a solemn state.
I miss your touch.
your warm embrace.

your sweetest kisses,
surreal in a way.
bared on your actions,
need not to say.

I am very blessed
to see more than white and black.
forget all those,
silly knap sacks.

Even when I sleep,
dreaming of you is what I make,
I miss everything of you.
my subconscious state.