If I opened my heart to you

Whispers of broken promises
To the tortured soul
I cant help but begin to imagine...

Dreams of your hands in mine
Yet its his your holding.
Our bodies entwined,
It goes without saying
These are but dreams
And I cant help but hope.

She stays close to home.
Dreaming of adventures,
Of knights in armour,
And golden days not yet passed.
She sleeps with an eye open,
Never wanting to miss a moment.

I cant tear my gaze away,
Whenever shes near,
Shes all I see.
I all but die under that gaze.
If only this was to be,
But what would come of it?

She is hope,
She is a dream,
She is.... my friend.

I am a fly upon the wall;
Forever at her mercy,
Longing for her touch,
Yet fearing the consquences.