Dreams

I miss the pure joy
Of living in a dream
Staring into her eyes
And watching her beam

The small things she does
Like playing with my hand
Sends me into a fantasy
I can't understand

I need to be held
Wrapping her tight in my arm
To know she will be safe
That she will never be harmed

I yearn for her call
To hear her sweet voice
To be told that I'm loved
And that I'm her choice

I miss her immensely
But my position is the worst
Because the problem ahead
Is finding her first