To be rescued was only a mere dream,
An Infatuation of the dreamscape.

Dreams do not come true so how was I to believe I could be saved?

My savior was sent and the moment he and I met I knew,
The first time our eyes met my whole mind began to whirl with desiring thoughts,
Since then I've questioned it all.

Do I love my savior or is this just another trick of the heart?

Our friendship had grown and my savior often rescued me,
But as time went on my love had grown and my fear as well,
The feeling that I got when we talked or laughed deepened the love and desire I had for him,
But fear rode in when I realized he is just a friend,
Just my savior and he and I can never truly be,
His love for me is not returned.

Love hurts but I can dream can't I?

I dream of the love that I have being returned,
I dream of us embraced in each others warmth,
Of us kissing and maybe he finally won't have to rescue me
Not because I don't want him to but because I'm happy right where I am,
With him.