You tango through my dreams
with such ease and grace.
The things we do
make my heart race.
Waking up leaves me urning
for that tantalizing illusion.
Please steal me away to
that delicious delusion.
Every night the journey
begins with a different start.
But every dawn our story ends
as i give you my heart.
It's kind of ironic, i mean
what a cliche.
Inseparable lovers in the magical hour,
best friends during the day.
Curious that i think of you
this way solely in my dreams.
At all other times I'm forced
to question, this just friends theme.
