why you have no idea,
of the warm & small feelings i hold,
the more time i spend stoking us up,
the better & brighter the colours burn,
however i must be weary,
as playing with fire can lead to burns,
to many have happened before,
fire from my life.

I've been dreaming lately.
Painting watercolor images on the canvas in my mind
Watching romantic movies on my eyelids
Singing in my sleep.
I dream that I confess everything to you
The way that I feel, what I truly think
And I even place my heart in your hands.
I wake up whispering "I love you".
Sometimes your forehead is resting on mine as I say it
Other times you're walking away...
The scenario continues to change,
But the result is always the same...
I continue to love you.