The heart needs no permit
The deams know no limit
Gliding smoothly every night
Your territory I visit!

Out of bound in your town
Yet when the sun sets down
I sneak into your arms
Yes! my dreams I own!

Visualize us in a castle with lawn
Every night we descend upon
May the law of attraction works
And someday realises my plan!

My thoughts boundlessly run
In my poems we are one,
Dream's realised through pen
Such imaginary love is a fun!

You can open it.
And find magical wonders.
Unlike Pandora's box filled with mysteries.
The magic box contains sweet things.

Many which will bring you sweet dreams.
That leaves you seeking more.

Within this magic box is love.
Surrounded by fantastic joy.

Reach in it.
Way down deep.
Except don't be surprised.
When you see love come alive.

No mystical hex.
No unforeseen fantasies.
Cause the box is offered freely to anyone.

Just because of the facts.
It has the power to make deams appear.
As long as you believe in the magic box.
Which unsecured without a lock.

Open it up.
Look deep within.
You'll find a key that leaves to a door.

Open it up.
And walk in.
There you will find a true soul friend.

The pleasure you get is unfathomable.
The look and the shame;
the rich and the lame;
will bend your morale until you burst into a flame.

Sometimes,
you have to get drowned in a well
so the other person can treat you well.

Oh, and
you have to be a stoic sculpture
so people can focus on the sun.

The midnight sobs and screams
so you hear their passionate deams!