I fell in love with a daydreamer
His touch was soft
and his voice was warm.

He was fragile,
innocent,
but not always a saint.

A troubled soul since birth
born on the wrong side of the spectrum.

Happiness is only a Dream to him
These Dreams come in powerful waves.

This is why his head remains
up in the clouds
because if he can't be happy here,
at least he's happy on the other side.

I envy that.