Fantasies ruins lives like chocolate ruins diets,
the highest ecstasy we inject into our lives,
the night collides with the day and fantasies
are alike planted seeds, they grow and grow
till daytime's glow is invaded by dreams.

Fantasies of the heart, fantasies of the mind
are so unkind like torture and nurture,
like the hard worker and the still idler,
neither would suggest to be perfect or good
but could they be combined, art is formed,
hearts turn warm and work is completed.

Love...is the ****** of human emotion
an ocean of joy but a deeper sea of ache.